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Late that night, Addie came into Warner's room, her brow furrowed.
"Not everyone is open to talking, it seems," he said with a sharp laugh, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm alright, Aspen."
She looked up at him with a frown. "Thanks." (Zoop?)
He frowned, squinting down at himself. "I'm alright," he muttered, waving her away. "Everything's okay."
She folded her arms, still looking upset. "Thanks, Sariel."
He looked over in her general direction, staggering slightly. "Hey... Aspen," he managed tiredly, pulling off his chestplate. His white...
She was quiet for a moment before pulling away. "I'll go see him tonight..."
The door opened slowly, and August stumbled in, still wearing his armor.
She seemed reluctant. "Should I go talk to him...?"
August wasn’t back late that night.
“I don’t think I want to know if I’m right,” she said quietly, shaking her head.
(Zoop?)
“It’s what I think.”
He laughed, slipping on his helmet. “Bye.”
“He’s not like anything. He just doesn’t love me anymore.”
“Sure.”
“I don’t think that’s what’s going on,” she said stubbornly.
He squinted in her general direction. “Not funny.”
“Well, I think he did. So, where does that leave is?”
“Did you really just say ‘see you soon’?”
