Solia just made a small whine sound. “Hhnnnngggg It’s like when your parents say ‘No you can’t go do this this and that and the other, BUT we will let you go on this heavily chaperoned thing because we know you can’t get into trouble there?” She scratched her head. It was a weird way to describe it but hey, if it worked.
“But of course there is something bad about Amityville. It’s a school.” She smiled at her own joke. “Nah, it’s more that this is really lax..and uh… I am not the best at remember certain things and I’m new. So me being here is… risky. Might get lost, break rules…” She forgot things, not on purpose. Like faces. Part of why Mort’s card would be a godsend. She’d probably forget his name otherwise.
“But Israfel… I guess not. I mean, he’s-“ She stopped. “Isra was Isra.” That was a good cop out right? ******** she had no idea. “And people die they don’t just stop existing. I mean, physically yeah, but you still remember them and in that they never go away. I mean, I can make the case that we call him male when he really wasn’t so really, it’s just a matter of how you view things. And.. Israfel is mine.” She stopped looking at Belladonna, truning a bit to her left as she heard the bird brain pipe up loudly.
Solia. LEAVE. Now. There was cool decision in the siren’s voice. He’d let things go too far. “Like, he was, but, I mean, he’s my responsibility. I’ve got to let others know what happened.” Cover up and cop out. A glance to the booths and Solia stepped back. “But, I got enough. It was nice to meet you both. I’ll see what I can do about that convention stuff!”
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