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[forthebothofus]

[Out on the lake is a lone rowboat, the oars pulled in that they don't get lost and the boat left to drift as it pleases. Inside it is Abeni, her feet the only visible part of her to any that can't see directly into the boat. She's stretched out, hands behind her head and feet up on the sides, staring at the clouds as they roll by

Comments

[abstinentzombie]

I wish I could believe that.

[forthebothofus]

What's your thoughts then? Why, of all the people and creatures and whatever out there, did they pick us?

[abstinentzombie]

Random chance.

[forthebothofus]

A few bad picks from the pack then.

[abstinentzombie]

There's always a few bad apples in the bunch.

[forthebothofus]

Then they should pick a better bunch to start with.

[abstinentzombie]

They might not have had a choice. With worlds getting destroyed and all.

[forthebothofus]

True.

Either way, I'm not going to let this go to waste.

[abstinentzombie]

Who said anything about waste?