"You're telling me something really fucked up happened to you when you were little. You-" But his question is a good one, she has to credit that. She doesn't like the feeling on her neck, and she hates that she knows the source of it.
She reaches down from the metal, slipping it out of her shirt to let the pendant hang there. Saint Margaret, who killed a dragon like Saint George, so her confirmation name would match Luke's, because at the time all they cared about was fighting fantasy monsters in the back yard with sticks.
She watches the skin of her fingers begin to blister under the metal.
"I always knew I was going to Hell," she says, a little sad, maybe even dreamy. She doesn't share this shit with other people. "I just didn't think- Didn't know it would start like this."
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She reaches down from the metal, slipping it out of her shirt to let the pendant hang there. Saint Margaret, who killed a dragon like Saint George, so her confirmation name would match Luke's, because at the time all they cared about was fighting fantasy monsters in the back yard with sticks.
She watches the skin of her fingers begin to blister under the metal.
"I always knew I was going to Hell," she says, a little sad, maybe even dreamy. She doesn't share this shit with other people. "I just didn't think- Didn't know it would start like this."