Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

He couldn't trust his sensors, and seemed in denial of the fact. How long had he been hiding his symptoms for? She grimaced again at his words. “And relive my Mums death in some woods somewhere and die alone when the blight gets me? No thanks.” She said, her very had lost any presence at a respectful tone at this point. She was good at forgetting her place.


She grabbed the pot from his paws and started the fire. She was accustomed to the den by now, and Oleander's equipment. Once the fire was a healthy size, she turned back to him. “walk me through the steps.” she suggested, keeping a watchful eye on him as if expecting him to lose his shit at any moment.