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{ @tracersrecall - Bring on the angst! - Accepting! }

          Nine letters. Three syllables. Three words.

          Restrained though the beating of Widow’s heart may have been, restricted as her emotions supposedly were, the way her face fell painted a very different portrait. It was clear she felt those three words, felt them as much as she had felt another locution of three simple words from the same woman’s lips in the past, only this time, instead of elation, she felt a deadened pang of excruciating agony deep within.

          In that moment, she was never more thankful for what Talon had done to her.

          The muscles of Widow’s face went slack, releasing their carefully constructed hold on her expression and leaving naught but shock in the wake of that very short sentence from Lena’s lips. Questions, arguments to the contrary, - because of course Lena knew who she was, how could she not -, all of it faded into the background as a ringing in her ears began and she simply… stared. She stared far longer than intended and when she finally found the vocabulary to speak aloud she discovered she hadn’t much breath left inside of her.

          “My-… My name is W-” she began, but quickly thought the better of it and changed tactics, thinking that perhaps her true name would jar something in Lena’s mind. “My name is Amélie Lacroix. We are- that is to say, we were… friends.” The word felt false, as they had been far more than just friends in the past, and were far from friends in the present- but it was the easiest word to explain, to get across.

          Though her face held the weight of the situation, eyebrows starting to furrow together and creases of anger and disappointment at the corners of her eyes, her voice remained steady and slightly detached. She should consider this a blessing- she should be lifting her rifle, taking aim, and firing, taking advantage of this newly found weakness. Instead, she found herself unable to move a muscle. Typical- she never could bring herself to kill Lena, when given the chance.

A somber air sat over the gathering. All present, human and omnic, knew there was still much progress to be made, much to strive for. But today was for honouring and remembering in the wake of Tekhartha Mondatta’s passing.

It was not easy for Katerína to reach London on such short notice. However, it was too important for her to not attend, and so she managed. She stood out somewhat within the crowd, having selected a rather traditional funeral attire for the occasion. She carried with her a spell jar which she hoped to bury near the final resting place, to provide the area with an aura of protection and positive energy.

If there were any in the crowd whom Kat knew, she had not found them thus far, or had not recognised them. The sheer number who gathered to mourn the passing, however, brought her a sense of hope; while Mondatta was gone, his message would live on, perhaps stronger than ever.

If you had me for one night... finish it in my ask!

“Hm? Leo you really veren’t listening vere you?” She sat down next to him, “You have been in a slump lately, I had heard zhat having a pet helps cheer people up. I vas zhinking of a dog, but ve are away too much, so I settled on a kitten.” She reached over to pet him, “Zhis vone vas found outside crying his little lungs out. He vas alone and I...decided zhat maybe he should come here.” 

Angela could not care less about the shoppers around her. She knew all of them were out getting gifts, she herself had bought a few that she had seen before making her way onto the street. She didn’t think too much of her full arms, people would move out of the way when they saw her, anyone else would get a polite excuse me.

She knew well enough were she was going, no need to actually see any of the path in front of her, bags swung haphazardly at her sides, reminding her that she still had gifts to wrap in the first place. That was until, for a few seconds, she lost her footing. Her arms were up before she could tell them not to be, everything came loose. She felt hands on her back, but that didn’t stop the fall. 

Wrapped boxes, her bags, everything came crashing to the ground around her, but she was more focused on the laughing and the wires now tangled around her. 

“I’m sorry.” She quickly went to move, getting on her knees first before a hand was in er face, she took it and started to make her way up off the ground, “I..” she caught his eyes, cutting herself off mid-sentence before she almost slipped again. She let out a slight squeak, feeling her feet slide before she could firmly plant one foot on the ground. “I..I’m fine.” She stood on her feet, “Heels in zhe snow vas probably not a good idea.” She chuckled softly, looking around them, before testing the area around them, one fall was bad enough. She started to collect the things that she had lost, 

Angela almost lashed out at Leo, her head whipped to the side and she was in the middle of grabbing his wrist to tear his hand off before she actually stopped herself. She sighed and let him go, “I am just...stressed. I feel like people are expecting a lot from me and I zhink I can no longer handle it.” She looked around at the scattered papers and the flipped desk. Her lamp had crashed to the floor and the lightbulb had shattered.