How did she get here? Athena looks past him, at scanning the creepy-ass storefronts and houses, tossing the rock from hand to hand just to have something to fidget with.
"I don't know," she says finally, quietly. "I assumed someone used their Gift on me, or something, knocked me out. But that doesn't make sense really. None of this makes sense."
Athena lines up for another try at the window, focusing on that, on the deep crack. Relaxing her shoulders. She chucks the rock hard and it hits just to one side of the crack, deepening it and leaving a little fractured starburst on the glass. "Mostly I don't give a shit what they think, to be honest. I mean, sometimes I do, but."
She shrugs. "They don't know where I've been."
It's only half a lie. Sometimes she doesn't give a shit. Sometimes she cares a lot. But there's no point in being vocally upset over something she can't really change.
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"I don't know," she says finally, quietly. "I assumed someone used their Gift on me, or something, knocked me out. But that doesn't make sense really. None of this makes sense."
Athena lines up for another try at the window, focusing on that, on the deep crack. Relaxing her shoulders. She chucks the rock hard and it hits just to one side of the crack, deepening it and leaving a little fractured starburst on the glass. "Mostly I don't give a shit what they think, to be honest. I mean, sometimes I do, but."
She shrugs. "They don't know where I've been."
It's only half a lie. Sometimes she doesn't give a shit. Sometimes she cares a lot. But there's no point in being vocally upset over something she can't really change.