Shady

Ky nodded. It struck her -- for the first time in months -- that she didn't want to die anymore. That felt... weird. Good. And yet upsetting, since what had ...

Sadie glanced over at him quickly, realizing she'd embarrassed him. "Oh, no, no, it's a compliment, sorry. I love that. It's an awesome name."

"You're a nerd !" Sadie said with a broad grin, genuinely delighted. She'd thought it was after Martin Luther, what with him being a Lutheran priest and all. This was ...

She hesitated, uncomfortable with the fact that Myna was just helping her plan for her death rather than trying to talk her out of it like everyone else. "...You think ...

She nodded. "What'd you say his name was? Luther?"

"Oh..." She furrowed her brow, then shook her head. "I mean... no."

"Awww." She smiled at that. "I bet he's adorable! We're getting close, yeah?"

"... Won't I?" Ky asked in alarm. Gods, were there special rules if the gods were terrorizing her? Gods, gods, gods. Could she not even escape them in death?

"Yeah." She nodded. "I mean... we don't have one. But I volunteer at the shelter sometimes to get to play with them... why?"

"Yeah," she muttered with a nod. "I mean... our house isn't too bad. But... yeah."

"I'm not going to get old," Ky said bitterly. "I'll be dead before the sun comes up, if a god's coming after me during the long night... hopefully they at ...

Sadie shrugged. "They didn't put that warning on the lease," she said dryly.

Sadie grimaced. "... Yeah... as you said, it's definitely... othering... when you move here unsolicited."

"Heh." Sadie scratched her chin with a mirthless grin. "You could put it that way. It's... a little different than what we're used to, yeah."

Bandits hath been yeeted