( ⇼ D E A T H L E S S )

      —“SCHADE. I would have liked a few vitch friends.” She peeks at the wound again, sees no fresh blood, and wonders at what had healed her so quickly. Perhaps she lied about not being a witch.

—“Are you a Vitch?” She doesn’t ask out of fear, but out of curiosity.        The wound looks fatal to Rapunzel, but she could have used magic to heal it.

         — “But aren’t you bleeding? I do not think that is usually good, is it?”

    “I’m not complaining about that. It saves me a lot of        aches and pains.”

 It wasn’t like he was going to argue. Since Isa had joined their  team, he had come home with a lot less bullet holes and bruises,  something he appreciated. He scrambled into the van after her,  slipping into the driver’s seat and put it into gear. The question  surprised him but he just shrugged.

     “Probably go home, drink and jerk off. Why do you ask?”

     “And I haven’t laughed so much on the job since...      Actually, I just haven't.”

She initially chafed against having a partner. They said ‘training’, she heard ‘deadweight’. But he impressed her every now and then. The most impressive thing about him was that she not only tolerated his presence, she actually enjoyed it. That was rare; she  had little patience for most people.