“It’s always the folks with tattoos and stuff that get thought of as criminals.”
Scoffing.
“… yet they’re usually the nicest folks.”
“Heresies? Is that what they call bein’ nice?”
A chuckle.
“Seems like breaking away from them was the right decision after all, then.
I mean, I’ve known you for only a month or so, but for someone to call your actions heretical is astounding to me.”
Pat Pat.
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- the worst is yet to come. They’re probably just waiting for another of my ‘heresies’ to put me back in that place.”
“… hey, if it helps, I can share some of your burden.”
Laughing slightly, but being serious. She does mean to help Ras out any way she can, and protecting others tends to be second nature to her.
“You aren’t alone in this.
… well, I mean, you never were before, but…
Eh,
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- I wasn’t actually the cold blooded k!ller the Inquisitors made it seem like I was.” She sighed, looking ahead.
“I guess some things never change, don’t they?”
Luckily, it doesn’t seem so, at least, as far as Lykos can tell.
“I see… well, that just proves they considered you a great big sis.”
Lightly punching Ras is the arm.
“Trust me, kids won’t hide behind anyone they don’t deem ‘strong’ and ‘safe’. I know that much first hand.”
“… … uhm… I’d say so. Probably should try with less kids next time…
… if that was the issue…”
A snort, thinking to herself.
“… but I’d say this is good progress… probably. I’m not a professional or anything, I’m just spitballing here.”
Shrug.
“Seems like the kids
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- hand with her thumb. She sighed softly, that look of elation coming back to her.
“It was a good start, I think… right?”
“… hmm?”
Peering at the other.
“You did great.”
Patting the other’s head quietly, wanting to give at least a bit of comfort.
“See?”
Gesturing towards the kids.
“They’ve grown to like you in a few minutes. Not everyone has that power.”
Giving a quiet smile. She’s just
- some air and rest and all that.”
Patting Ras on the back with a smile, slowly leading Lykos by the hand back over to the bench, speaking softly to her.
“There, there, breathe. It’s not real, come back to reality.”
Pat Pat. Sitting her down gently before sitting next to -
“… … ah, kiddos, don’t worry.”
Standing up now, carefully taking the ball and nodding.
“She just needs… a little break, alright? Here, you kids go play with this-“
Tossing the ball to a nearby kid, who luckily catches it.
“- and I’ll pull her away for a bit, let her get -




