I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
He knows about rebirth. Gods, does he fucking know about rebirth. Annoying as shit is what it is. Why anyone might find it invigorating, he wouldn’t be able to fathom. Luckily for him, he doesn’t actually know jack shit about what she’s cackling about. Not that he would’ve asked anyway.
Still, on this particular day, he finds himself equally as agitated as she is. That fucking cave had done something to him. Some kind of bullshit swipe into emotions he simply cannot fucking have. Nope. No way. No how. Not after goddamned years. He wasn’t idiot enough to think he’d be any fucking different than the rest of them anyway.
Which all boiled down to one thing. He damned well needed to forget her.
The trilled words that find him through the trees set him on edge, but maybe it’s just the exact fucking distraction he needed. Whipping around, he stalks forward, the pink of her silhouette easily visible through the trees. She looks vaguely familiar, but honestly, he couldn’t be assed either to figure out why right now. Maybe it’d come to him later.
“Congratu-fucking-lations,” he growls, his tone matching the sentiment. “No one actually gives a shit.”
