Fang rolls her shoulder in a shrug, and idly starts flexing a hand open and closed. Her hand's felt odd all day, and it's feeling like something's... shifting around, inside of it.
"When someone's tossed out on their ass, they don't see apologetic or noble or whatever. They see the people takin' what's theirs—or houses standin' empty and useless when we don't."
She pauses, quietly considering the other man's words though she her eyes never leave the world's natives. "Glad to hear I'm not the only one considering those barracks, though. This whole thing just doesn't feel right."
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Fang rolls her shoulder in a shrug, and idly starts flexing a hand open and closed. Her hand's felt odd all day, and it's feeling like something's... shifting around, inside of it.
"When someone's tossed out on their ass, they don't see apologetic or noble or whatever. They see the people takin' what's theirs—or houses standin' empty and useless when we don't."
She pauses, quietly considering the other man's words though she her eyes never leave the world's natives. "Glad to hear I'm not the only one considering those barracks, though. This whole thing just doesn't feel right."