[ Like not even the smallest amount. She'd like to smile and find that second to last thing he said the most ludicrous statement to ever come out of Cas' mouth. But none of it sounds remotely funny, because none of it sounds remotely right. All she knows of Thorne was what was passed around in the streets in her first months and then the devastation left in the wake of the Mad Queen's bombing of Libertas after Nocwich. ]
I've been here for months. We met up again within the week of my arrival.
I don't understand. How did you go home, and why don't you remember anything?
[ She's wanted to go home for month. Every single day. But it lodges like a stone that she can't swallow around, at the back of her throat, too heavy, but refusing to sink. She knows too well what's coming now. That it's only supposed to be a few months from when she left. ]
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