February 19th, 2011
Wary
"That's the thing about allies and enemies- you're never quite sure which is which until the final move is made."
She's like a hurt animal. Wild, unthinking, desperate. Driven. She doesn't trust, because she can't, because the people she's trusted have never been trustworthy. Not even he was. She knows that now.
One tear, filled with awareness.
A/N: An injured animal, a wounded child...
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.