[ while he usually wouldn't accept the handout, perhaps too proud for it, roan's really freaking naked right now, and raven is much less so. so yeah, he takes the jacket, wrapping it around his hips for better coverage. he still looks like a wet tarzan, but a less inappropriately uncensored wet tarzan. he mumbles a thank you, while he listens to her explain. ]
A month? How — [ is that possible? roan, you're literally a dead guy walking. you have no room to be asking how that's possible. ]
What about the Conclave? Praimfaya? [ he can't just stop caring about it after he strikes out of the game. he has to know, pray that at least Octavia kept hope alive and defeated Luna. ]
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A month? How — [ is that possible? roan, you're literally a dead guy walking. you have no room to be asking how that's possible. ]
What about the Conclave? Praimfaya? [ he can't just stop caring about it after he strikes out of the game. he has to know, pray that at least Octavia kept hope alive and defeated Luna. ]