Re: Pandora and Wayne
She poked his leg idly with a toe, nodding slowly and carefully in agreement. "It does," she agreed. "Especially back then. I didn't give a fuck half the time if I lived or died, other than me family'd be in trouble if I died, maybe."
There were occasions, even now, when she had trouble with that. Not like she'd had in Mungos, which resulted in the barely seen tracery of scars around her Mark. And honestly she'd acted quite suicidally at times during the war. Some could even claim she had since then; she wasn't sure.
"But I think you could find reasons." She looked at him. "What might work for that? I mean, kicking your arse is an option. But it might be better to find a nicer option." Her lips turned up in a faint, teasing smile.