[ She doesn't have to finish the sentence for Lucy to know where she's going with it. The horned woman taps her fingernail against her cup then hums again in disapproval.
Things were dicey during that fight. She lost her leg, Godzilla lost his tail and arm, and others lost bits and pieces as well. But they're all still alive, and that's what matters. ]
Well, they didn't kill him. [ She wants to add "because I'd have killed them my damn self," but doesn't. Could she have done it? Maybe, but she'd have died in the process, she's certain.
She takes a sip of her cappuccino through the straw before reaching over to ruffle the blonde's hair as if to shake such thoughts out of her head. ]
Worrying about hypotheticals like that will make your hair turn gray and fall out, you know.
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Things were dicey during that fight. She lost her leg, Godzilla lost his tail and arm, and others lost bits and pieces as well. But they're all still alive, and that's what matters. ]
Well, they didn't kill him. [ She wants to add "because I'd have killed them my damn self," but doesn't. Could she have done it? Maybe, but she'd have died in the process, she's certain.
She takes a sip of her cappuccino through the straw before reaching over to ruffle the blonde's hair as if to shake such thoughts out of her head. ]
Worrying about hypotheticals like that will make your hair turn gray and fall out, you know.