[She can't quite stop it. The twisted shade of Gambit mocks her this time in a bloody heap and were she alone she'd swear. Rant at the wall. All these do now is leave her sick and angry-
But the familiar lifeline of Gambit's voice helps her pull herself back to the present. Adele blinks at the wall, scrubs her face, and sags back against the sofa with a muted swear.]
August 19th, early evening
But the familiar lifeline of Gambit's voice helps her pull herself back to the present. Adele blinks at the wall, scrubs her face, and sags back against the sofa with a muted swear.]
I...I know. I'm sorry Rems.