Shady

"I can't make any promises about stopping being Jerica," Jerica said. "I didn't lie about my name."

"Oh," Ky answered, understanding. It seemed like they were creeping back towards darker conversation. She snuggled Petrir closer, stroking his fur. "I'm sure that must have been difficult."

"Okay," Jerica answered tiredly. Eve -- Evaline -- clearly seemed to think that the revelation should mean something. But Jerica was exhausted from the tension between them. "I'll stop being ...

"You've fought a lot of spiders?" Ky asked, her admiration for Loquitur growing with each moment that passed.

Jerica stared at her blankly for a moment. That... that wasn't an answer. A revelation, sure -- that the ho had been lying to her from the moment that they ...

"And how exactly was I supposed to take 'stop being Jerica', Eve? Riddle me this."

"Why are you asking me that?" Jerica grumbled. "You're the one who said it."

"Well, I'm glad you both survived it!" Ky said. "That sounds terrifying."

(ayeee, surprise reply!) That was fair enough. She supposed it was a rather silly question to ask. " Did she get hurt?"

Jerica was sinking into a progressively darker mood, sent into a spiral by Eve's words. Just stop being Jerica. As if it was that easy. She did stop being Jerica ...

Jerica slammed the arrow back in the quiver with far more force than was necessary, then stomped ahead, jaw set and glowering. The bitch could suffer for all she cared. ...

"Well, I'm not asking for advice," Jerica snarled, still hurt. "So get fucked, you fucking bitch."

"Oh, fuck you!" Jerica snarled, surprisingly hurt by the comment. "You wouldn't be here if I couldn't switch between them and neither would I."

"I don't like hurting people," Jerica said firmly. "And I hurt the feelings of the people I care about when I can't switch between Jerica and King's Assassin. They can't ...

"I wouldn't know," Jerica muttered, some of the venom subsiding.