Wishy-Washy Fool

Phoebe Steadman I've dropped out, burned up Fought my way back from the dead Phoebe swallowed a lump in her throat, hands shaking at her sides as he embraced her. She didn't pull away but she didn't hug him back either. Once, not long ago, she might've cried from her frustration. But now they simply wouldn't come, lips pursed as her blood boiled. "I just don't know what people like that want me to do. It's not like I have a home I can go back to anymore. It's not like I came to Caido because I wanted to." Her voice was tight, glaring off into the distance just over his shoulder. "If she wants to be mad at someone she should be mad at the Voice."