(It definitely wasn't a mistake. Neptune still has Venus burned into the backs of her eyelids, soft and ethereal when she closes her eyes. It's comforting; it's strange. It's hard to know how to talk about it, so she just avoids it.)
So it's just the two of us?
(That feels wrong, some how. They've always been a group.)
We should go looking for her. You know what she's like; she'll trip over a fucking log or something and ruin everything if we don't
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So it's just the two of us?
(That feels wrong, some how. They've always been a group.)
We should go looking for her. You know what she's like; she'll trip over a fucking log or something and ruin everything if we don't