LOCKE
He hums, "Yeah, probably not. Don't think either of us ended up where she expected." Although he's pretty sure she expected him to wind up six feet under or something at some point. But hey, here he is. Still kicking. His eyes narrow slightly, for a moment the pupils give way to feline slits but he pushes that down. "Wasn't peaceful. Wasn't pretty." Another shrug, maybe he'll tell her, maybe he won't.
"Your guess is as good as mine. Sometimes I think she don't want people to know. I wouldn't, if I was her." He says it casually, rolling a shoulder. "You'll have to meet your nephew sometime. I bet you'd like him. Smart as a whip. Musta got it from his mom."
"Your guess is as good as mine. Sometimes I think she don't want people to know. I wouldn't, if I was her." He says it casually, rolling a shoulder. "You'll have to meet your nephew sometime. I bet you'd like him. Smart as a whip. Musta got it from his mom."
I'm motivated by the lack of doubt
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
