"...What gives? [i]What.. gives[/i]?"
[i]If Caye's goal was ticking Olivia off, she was one step closer.[/i]
"[i]What gives[/i] is that you're the only person in this stinking shithole that would bother to help with wounds, at least other than the cowboy JT and the anti-mage or whatever, Sam. [i]What gives[/i] is that you bother to help a fuсking dragonslayer, when you're a goddamn dragon.
So what if I die? All I have is one kid and.. that's it. That child barely knows his own mother, because I've left him with my fake parents who only took me in because I was homeless. That's [i]that[/i]."
[i]Olivia attempted to lean up against the wall, slowly rising to her one foot. She sighed.[/i]
"...Just drop me off, outside. Thank you for bothering with my stupidity. I'll find a wheelchair, or JT.. something."
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