Master stranger protocols

I held the candies, and I hesitated. It was hard to convince myself to. It felt disloyal.

Master-stranger protocols. I imagined Natalie with her fingers to her mouth, like it was a mimed order. Driven by an impulse, feeling like I was potentially about to take poison, I took the most dirty, most damaged package, opened a hole wider, and then tipped a few of the gummy candies back into my mouth.

In the distance, it sounded like Goddess was tearing a mountain out of the ground.

I chewed, tasting the chemicals and preservatives of the candy, something I'd never been a huge fan of, and… it tasted delicious.

I swallowed, turning my head toward the ceiling in the process, and I closed my eyes.

Was it just candy?

A part of me wanted it to be. A part of me wanted an excuse to feel less uneasy. The conflict was brewing and- and good people were going to get hurt. Goddess was-

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-f cked in the head.

F ck her.

F ck this.

I hope your f cking danger sense is making your head spin, Lady in Blue.

- Gleaming 9.15