Asa Mitaka

[scrapdraught]

WAR

what is it good for

absolutely nothing

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[scrapdraught]

I'm not gonna jump you.

[Let's just get that straight, out of the gate.]

And I'm not gonna freak out. Okay? [She'd gotten that done with a few other folks first. She's working with a smoother line of thought now. Not a pleasant one, but it's directed more inward than outward.] Can we talk?

[halved]

I wasn't expecting you to.

[well, not the first part at least. there's no shaking the anxiety out of her, but reluctantly, she nods.]

Of course. I owe you at least that much.

shakes in the forward march of time

[scrapdraught]

[you can drop this if you like]

Stop. You don't...it's not about owing shit to me.

[Sure, yes, there were explanations owed. But of the three that approached her, she was the most worried about Asa. She was young. Already so surly, so self-loathing. Her life had been hell and she seemed to believe it would always be that way.

Camille's got a hurricane of conflicting feelings about the mess, but she doesn't care to hit Asa with the worst of it.]

How did you all get together? Frankly, I'm surprised it was the three of you.

[And Vin, who coordinated and vanished. No one explained why yet.]