I've Become so Numb

Sparrow, blinded by her own suffering, hadn't noticed Sirius in his. She didn't know how to get over things. She didn't mourn, she didn't have any coping mechanisms other than ignoring an issue at hand and pretending everything was fun and games. The paw on her shoulder was grounding and she hated herself a little for it. Her, finding comfort at the paws of her nemesis? Ridiculous. Still, she didn't move. They were bound, somehow, in a way they'd always been- over some woman Sparrow had fallen in love with. Twice over now.

Seer spoke, and it took all the energy Sparrow had to listen. A female was all they knew. A female? Just any female. Great, that at least narrowed the population to half. Her brow remained tight knitted, she found herself shrugging her shoulder and tilting her head to give Sirius' paw a little squeeze after he mentioned Medusa. "I should have killed that bitch," she said, as if that would have changed anything. "Keep training Nirah, but if I find the woman first, I will rip her limb from limb and drag her bloodied body through every pack. She won't know the peace of death, not for a long time." Sparrow's voice was dark, her ambitions lofty but serious. She had once only wished for a good time, and now she only wished for someone's suffering. It wouldn't change anything, but she was sure somehow it would feel good.

Seer asked where he could pay respects and Sparrow spared him a look, "She's [REDACTED]... I thought it would be... nice." She didn't think it would be nice. It was all terrible. Sparrow took a breath and another swig of alcohol and willed her numbness to take over again, trying to think of some way to move forward. "I will find her," was all Sparrow managed to say.