i know that
if i die, my
only choice is
still defending
★
you shall go west,
and face the one who has turned,
you shall find what was stolen,
and see it safely returned,
you shall be betrayed by
one who calls you a friend,
and you shall fail to...
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The building had been abandoned for a while, but was still in relatively good shape compared to the outside world.
It seemed like the members of Safe Haven had done some renovations to the building, they had organized the furniture better and put new equipment inside.
It was the late evening, everyone was sitting around the big living room in the center of the warehouse.
Teresa and Aris were focused on a board game called Chess. They had been trying for a while to beat each other, and had even had a few draws.
Sonya had finished cooking dinner and was now taking a break with Harriet and Frypan, they were discussing some old stories from the past.
Don't mind Thomas and Gally, they're fighting over Pokémon cards.
Minho and Nancy were sitting in silence together, both of them with a cup of coffee on their hands.
Bea walked in, with an exaggerated huff. "Hi." She said awfully tired, wearing her usual hat backwards and hugged a pile of endless papers with clips and notepads in her arms.
The group noticed her enter and greeted her with various replies.
Sonya waved at her. "Hi, Bea." She greeted her.
Aris gave her a friendly smile. "Hey, Bea."
Frypan smirked at her in a joking tone. "Long day I see?"
Thomas just looked up from his game of Pokémon with a teasing smirk on his face. "Still working?"
"I want my sleep." Bea said, walking slowly towards Sonya, as she dropped the documents on the countertop before watching Sonya baking something.
Sonya was in the middle of her baking when she noticed Bea's arrival and her slightly exhausted demeanor.
She looked over at her and asked, "Everything alright? You look tired."
"Of course. Because I am." Bea muttered. "What are you baking? Mind if I have some once you're done?"
Sonya nodded understandingly. "I'm just making some cookies, you're more than welcome to have some once they're done, and also to stay here as long as you need to. Do you mind if I ask what's got you so tired?"
Bea pointed towards the pile of endless papers of the possibilities to her death.
Sonya noticed the pile of papers and realized that that was what had made her so tired.
"Those papers seem pretty stressful, I can see why you would be tired.." She replied, her voice filled with sympathy for her fatigue.
"Do you have a lot of them?" She asked her, genuinely concerned.
"There's more in Vincent's office, but I already finished them all." Bea said.
"Wait, so you've finished these as well?" Sonya looked at her papers with a slight surprise.
