“Oh.” Jaina blinked in surprise for a moment, and then shrugged. “I haven’t met any.” Not to say she hadn’t met cannibals, but civilized? Definitely not. She was pretty sure the two were mutually exclusive things, but maybe she was wrong. Or maybe he just knew more things than her.
>"Not broken. Inconvenienced. I'm the inconvenienced angel who, by the way, didn't need to be rescued. Old hag like that, I'd have turned her into -"
Jaina tilted her head to the side, frowning a little bit disbelievingly. She didn’t know him, not really, but she could feel the piece of him that was missing, anyway. It didn’t matter if she knew what was missing or not, it was still an absence. A void. Like an empty well, it was still there but it wasn’t doing anything useful. “...Into nothing. She’d have gotten you. Or even if she didn’t, somehow - she’s not the only one out here... they were circling. Wounded animal. They were heading right for you.”
>"Being crazy doesn't mean that you've gotta stalk someone, you know. You don't have to live up to the hype. Or, better yet, if you're gonna stalk me, at least bring me some food. You people picked away every bit of decent food around here, didn't you?"
“I have food,” she responded, bypassing the stalking part for a moment to sling her bag off her shoulder to the ground beside the charred corpse, but then jumping right at it while she dug through it, because there was no way randomly deciding to run away from your jerk of a brother for a couple days and happening upon someone counts as stalking them, right? “I wasn’t stalking you. I found you, and then I only followed you ‘cause I wanted to save your life... Is that stalking?”