The wry smile was back, though it softened when he handed her his phone number, and withdrawing a notebook from her own subspace pocket, she wrote hers down too, as well as her address.
“Everyone I live with is part of this fight, so don’t ever feel that you can’t come to me with a problem. Fang, the one who we were helping tonight…he’s one of my roommates so. You can see what I live with.”
Her expression softened and she drew in a breath. “I wish I had more concrete answers for you. But. We weren’t made for this war. And we’re not winning. Right now…I feel like the Code…and the Mauvians…they’re just doing all they can to tread water, and while I don’t agree with it…at least those who are being awakened are on our side…and able to help…and aren’t tainted by Chaos. I’m glad that you’re my Knight. Fifteen or not. The other two I know are about your age so I’m…starting to wonder if all of my Knights are going to be young…that’s. A little strange but…younger means you have better reactions, most of the time.”
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