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Boyd Ainslie | Red Riding Hood (ex_sanguine300) wrote in bellumlogs,

"She gets plenty out of hurting a crazy kid like me," she said truthfully, rubbing her cheek against his fingers with a trusting, soft smile and pushing the soft tendrils from his eyes again. "I hated it inside," she went on to say, voice far away and lost in memories. "When I first went in, it was a private place, and that wasn't bad. So when I went back, I expected it to be the same, but it was public and real awful." She didn't say it with any pity in her voice, but her eyes said that real awful was probably an understatement.

"And it ain't that you're not right, Nick. It's that we're different," she said softly, because it was the truth. No one who had never doubted what they saw with their own two eyes could understand; she'd figured that out a long time ago. "Is Evie Wendy?" she asked thoughtfully, even though that didn't seem quite right. Wendy and Peter weren't related, were they?