As ever, shame smolders as she pieces that assumption together. There are differences between his situation and hers, but as ever, Derrica thinks about her own choice to run and how many mages had simply stayed and fought.
A gust of wind rattles the branches above them, whips little flurries of snow around their ankles.
"There were enough that were ready, I heard," Derrica ventures, looking away from him and towards the trail. "Enough to fight."
Matthias. Nell. Kostos. Isaac. Others in this very organization.
But not Derrica. She'd been oceans away, and she hadn't thought anything of that until she'd arrived here. And she knows very little of Marcus, but she knows he'd been fighting alongside the rest of them..
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As ever, shame smolders as she pieces that assumption together. There are differences between his situation and hers, but as ever, Derrica thinks about her own choice to run and how many mages had simply stayed and fought.
A gust of wind rattles the branches above them, whips little flurries of snow around their ankles.
"There were enough that were ready, I heard," Derrica ventures, looking away from him and towards the trail. "Enough to fight."
Matthias. Nell. Kostos. Isaac. Others in this very organization.
But not Derrica. She'd been oceans away, and she hadn't thought anything of that until she'd arrived here. And she knows very little of Marcus, but she knows he'd been fighting alongside the rest of them..