Pyrrha nods. She doesn't know the words to Annabel Lee, but she gets the weight of it, the weapon, the loaded gun, the sword through John's heart. 30-year-old deadbeat with an emotional nuke, and Anna thinks she cannot hold her own. Pyrrha won't teach her to weaponize Annabel Lee, but it will still sit there staring John in the face.
Ten thousand years without anyone getting it. Pyrrha's not entirely convinced John didn't do that to himself—whether he still is glad he did it or simply refuses to call it a mistake—and considers them all off the table for getting Annabel Lee. Miracle of miracles, Anna Amarande gets the poem and still didn't know jack shit about the end of the world. Irresistible.
"You're welcome," Pyrrha says, "Needed to change the dressing on that one." She burns the marshmallow to nothing and pulls out the next, leaning against the edge of the counter with exhausted bones and a heavy heart.
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Pyrrha nods. She doesn't know the words to Annabel Lee, but she gets the weight of it, the weapon, the loaded gun, the sword through John's heart. 30-year-old deadbeat with an emotional nuke, and Anna thinks she cannot hold her own. Pyrrha won't teach her to weaponize Annabel Lee, but it will still sit there staring John in the face.
Ten thousand years without anyone getting it. Pyrrha's not entirely convinced John didn't do that to himself—whether he still is glad he did it or simply refuses to call it a mistake—and considers them all off the table for getting Annabel Lee. Miracle of miracles, Anna Amarande gets the poem and still didn't know jack shit about the end of the world. Irresistible.
"You're welcome," Pyrrha says, "Needed to change the dressing on that one." She burns the marshmallow to nothing and pulls out the next, leaning against the edge of the counter with exhausted bones and a heavy heart.