Re: quicklog: mary/dylan
[Her mom? Damn, Mary hadn't talked about her mom in a long time. Her stepmom got plenty of ranting and raving, but her real mother was still a fresh wound. After all these years, still bright red and stinging.] Sure. [She agreed before her mind could tell her no, no NOOOO. Of course, she could always lie her way out, but Mary was feeling truthful these days. Relatively, anyway. No reveals about how she was a princess would be coming any time soon.] My mom was really tough. Everyone respected her for how tough she was. Physically, I think she could fight anyone on the block and kick their ass.
[Mary looked up and gave a smile, this one as bright as a song.] She taught me to be fair and honest and tough, too. I followed after her like a duckling. [She chuckled.] So, when she got sick? It felt like- it felt like it didn't matter how strong she was. How many asses she could kick. The illness would take her down from the inside.