[ Shaking her head, ] No saying it, no writing it, no nodding or saying yep. That's mine to take to the grave.
[ … or just to the end of her contract, which won't happen until the next century. Maybe someone will actually manage to pull off an apocalypse first; who knows. ]
no subject
[ … or just to the end of her contract, which won't happen until the next century. Maybe someone will actually manage to pull off an apocalypse first; who knows. ]
I know, right? Anyway.
[ Smile. Proceed. ]