An old hag, cackling at the world

Theory considered herself brave, but certainly not unshakable. Shaye's attitude perturbed her greatly; she depended on her for guidance and a shoulder to lean on. The tables had turned - it seemed that now Shaye needed her more than ever. Theo swallowed her intrinsic fear and stepped closer to Shaye. Whose shadow?

"It's just my shadow," she murmured. Was she seeing something that Theory couldn't? The young alpha stepped closer and nudged Shaye's should. "May I sit with you?" The question was a formality. Without waiting for an answer, Theory settled in beside Shaye, ready to listen to whatever she had to say. An anesthetic didn't sound very appealing - Theo preferred to have all of her wits about her. "No thank you," she replied, trying to be polite.

Shaye seemed off her rocker. The younger girl gulped, her ears twitching too and fro as she processed what she was telling her. "Well, that's silly," Theo couldn't help but scoff. "The world isn't all good, but it isn't all bad, either. There is plenty of both." After Tana's death and Noir's explosive lashing out... and poor Verse, lost in the middle, Theory had experienced her fair share of hardship. But she had grown so close to Poem and Shaye and Rhyme, even in the crossfire of all the bad. "I might be young but I'm not stupid... I don't think you would have picked me if I was," she said, a bit hurt. Then again, had Shaye even had any other options? Poem was dead set on finding Motif, and it wasn't in Shaye's nature to forbid a noble cause like that.

Noir obviously wasn't a candidate and Verse had made herself so scarce that Theo often overlooked her sister entirely. A severe twinge of guilt wracked her. "Or was I just the only option?"