cashing in my bad luck

Holding a conversation had become hard, especially in the weeks following what felt like the end of the world. Gin had long learned that she'd learn plenty from keeping her own thoughts close to her breast, and letting others run their mouths as they would. Still, the silence that filled the space between her and Hattori was comfortable enough. Yes, an understanding that stood between them. Fate... that was yet to be seen, but Gin had a good gut feeling about this.

Then come, and so she did. There was safety in numbers. There was safety in the company of this man, or at least, Gin could trust that there was. Trust your gut, trust your intuition. She would do both. She could trust both. With more confidence than she'd had in quite some time, the ghost drifted after him.

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