Flipping through Tinder, Myth made a face of most of the profiles that slipped across her screen. Seriously, what was with all the dead fish pictures? Seeing some rube holding up a fish didn’t exactly get her engine revving. Quite the opposite, in fact! The few profiles that seemed promising always had something hidden within that sent little prickles of alarm racing up her spine.

Was it her? Was she just being impossibly picky? It was certainly a distinct possibility. But this was letting someone into her life. Shouldn’t she be picky about it? She didn’t exactly need or want another broken heart…

Tossing her phone aside irritably, Myth sat up on her couch and reached for the glass of wine on the coffee table. Taking a sip, she considered her life and decided that, overall, she liked where she was. She had a cute home, a nice little business. She even got to socialize a bit. Did she really want to let some new person intrude on that? Oh the whole, she thought that it might be nice to have a person to spend time with. But. But. She really didn’t think she was emotionally up to dealing with another implosion. The anger and sadness had mostly worn themselves out, but the confusion was forever. And as much as Myth might want to occasionally smooch someone, she really wasn’t willing to give up her autonomy for it.

Taking a sip of wine, she leaned back and closed her eyes. Maybe she could get a dog if the loneliness got too bad. But how fair would it be to do that when she was traipsing off into space? What if something went completely balls up and she never came home? Then she’d have abandoned an innocent creature who couldn’t understand that she’d wanted to come home and had been… prevented. No, she couldn’t do that to any animal. It would be too cruel. Which left her with… Tinder or making the moves on a fellow knight or a senshi.

She considered the idea briefly. As it stood, it wasn’t a bad one. It just wasn’t great either. But if there would be anyone who’d understand juggling a double life, it would be another knight or one of the senshi. But then she’d have to make more of an effort to meet everyone and collaborate. And while she wasn’t opposed to the idea of working with someone, she knew that she much preferred to do her own thing. She wasn’t a fighter, after all. She was an historian. An antiquarian. And she had her wonder to consider as well.

After another drink and deeper thought, she pushed the thought away. No, if she happened to meet someone, then great. Amazing. But she wasn’t going to actively hunt someone down. She had her job to do and things to learn. People to help.

The occasional makeout ranked pretty ******** far down on the list when compared to those other priorities.

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