every time she burns to ashes
Melita paid absolutely no mind to any annoyed stares or grumbles cast in her direction, all the more curious when the Ascended took matters into their own hands. In a stunning display and feat of strength, the case was smashed to the ground, and she tilted her head to watch, a little clap in there too for congratulations purposes, the curious and insightful measures eager to see what was contained within. And sure enough, a knife glistened, stained in blood. The youth squatted down, eyeing the numbers, the little code, but her brows furrowed. Was it all part of the game, the ploy? “I thought Ascendeds didn’t have blood. Just had fluid.” Would this indicate a decoy in the murder weapon? Could it be a red herring? Rexanna wouldn’t be able to “bleed”, technically, the way most of them in the room did.
she knows how to rise again
Melita
