Re: Pandora and Wayne
"Yeah. Me too." It was a simple confession, and quiet, but one she never really made and never to a virtual stranger. But what the hell, they'd obviously done something together, though she still wasn't sure if they'd done each other, so to speak. She'd need a little time alone to figure that one out.
Dora sighed, thinking in as much as her head would let her. But hell, he seemed like a kindred soul of sorts, even if not the same sort Richard was. Wayne had likely never wanted, truly wanted, to kill someone, let alone done it.
"You know part of it. I saw my brothers and sister the other day," she said, voice full of wistfulness. "But..." she hesitated, bit her lip and then sighed. "Well..." she uncurled her left arm, letting it stretch out where the Dark Mark stood stark against her pale skin, glamour faded sometime in the last few hours. She didn't say anything else, letting it speak for her, her gray green eyes waiting for judgment.