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Starr rubbed the back of her head. "Right, yeah... that was probably a stupid thing to say." Obviously no one would ask her to do that, and yet she'd just defaulted to feeling like it would fall on her anyway. While also feeling mildly offended at the idea that she didn't have it in her to do...

Starr exhaled slowly, running a claw through her cheek fur. "I figure most of the people attacking Joule didn't really want to kill him. It was just... half the team had died, lotta emotions running hot. Not a lot of foresight, on everyone's part." Is that what you tell yourself? She...

Starr chuckled coldly under her breath. "Well, even if that was a thing, it wouldn't exactly be a great idea for me of all people to pull something like that, seeing how I wanna keep existing." She leaned an elbow against the table. "But no, I get what you mean. Easier than trying to come up...

Starr stiffened, claws gripping the table. "Yeah, that... sure would make things a lot easier, huh," she said, her mouth dry. It'd be easy. It'd save a lot of people a lot of pain. So then why couldn't she stop imagining what her friends would say if they were here? Why couldn't she stop...

Starr let out a sigh, running a hand down her face. "Right. Yeah. Sooner we can get him out of the guild, the better. Honestly the fact that he's even still in there feels like proof enough that he'd cool with being there." She leaned back in her seat, tail swishing back and forth...

"Chip... yeah apparently Lexx and Luz were 'investigating' him, for whatever the hell that's worth." Starr made sure to punctuate it with air quotes. "Anyway... I'd been meaning to bring up the thing with Silver ever since I talked with Giovanni--figured you'd be the best one since you've...

Starr shrugged. "Nah, Soda wouldn't have been my pick either. Honestly I would've put money on like, Truffle being blackmailed or some shit, but it feels like every time I think I've got some idea what's going on, it turns out to be dead wrong." She massaged her temples with a groan. Then...

Starr rolled her eyes. "Yeah, believe me, he did an awful lot of acting like it was all beneath him and like he didn't give a shit about being in there, that's for damn sure." Just thinking back on it made her want to punch something. "Did my best to ignore it since, y'know, even if he was...

Starr gave what hopefully looked like a dismissive shrug. "Probably just fucking with me at first. After that, bargaining. I don't think he intended for it to go anywhere." She leaned her head against her palm with a huff. "Couldn't say a damn thing without him figuring some bullshit out...

Starr snorted. "Kinda. It's not like I wasn't a fan of hot stuff before, but I'm not gonna pretend like it didn't get more obvious as a fire-type." She took another bite--it sure as hell hit the spot right now. "And... yeah. First night I took a guard shift. He started talking and, like a...

Nate had flinched when she'd brought up the spy thing. Figures. Wasn't the whole point of getting out of the guild to not think about that stuff? Well, too late for that. "Yeah, I was figuring it was just bullshit mindgames to put us on edge... at least until we started seeing actual...

Starr jerked her head to the left at the sound of a familiar voice calling her name. There was Nate, seated at the counter of one of the many food stalls, waving her down. She hadn't been expecting to run into anyone she knew here. If anything, she'd come here to have an excuse to get away...