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Sympathy Daniels (no_sympathy) wrote in lost_world,

Sympathy was a little uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going. It wasn't the talking bad about angels, she knew - as she had said - that they weren't the pure beings of friendship and light that others tried to paint them as. It was the idea that they were anything aside from angels.

That was the kind of thing that got the wrong kind of attention.

She shot a glare at Cavan. Not care about the Almighty and his Host? Not care about the Devil and Hell? How could one not care? She had met the uneducated before, those who had not been taught the ways of the Lord. But they always believed after they were informed. This boy was saying that he knew and still didn't care.

She shook her head.

When Dean mentioned a bar, Sympathy removed a small flask from the band of her pants, setting it before her friend. What was inside of it might have been considered rum, but it was the strongest, worst made rum in all of the seven seas. She only had it because it had been the last thing in the last port that she'd been to. The bottle was almost empty, as well.

That is, if the bottle had made it with her from Electric City.