[ She inclines her head, gracefully. Though Jailbreak doesn't worship, and thus she doesn't have as clear a vision of her many brushes with death as she does Ekkehardt, it would be lying to say that she has no sense of her at all.
The girl who never got caught, indeed. ]
A compliment? You flatter me so.
[ She sounds like a river, a waterfall, the rumbling tides of long-dead seas. A promise of infinity in every respect, both drowning and freeing. In her domain, he is the water that she rides on, the stars above and below, the point where sky and sea converge. ]
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The girl who never got caught, indeed. ]
A compliment? You flatter me so.
[ She sounds like a river, a waterfall, the rumbling tides of long-dead seas. A promise of infinity in every respect, both drowning and freeing. In her domain, he is the water that she rides on, the stars above and below, the point where sky and sea converge. ]
Is there something you wish to ask of me?