[ Children they are in a sense -- although Alice would argue those who were forced into traumatic situations became adults too quickly. She tenses, gripping her hands into fists. It disturbs her that she cannot stop either of them from fighting, just to spare their minds. It's like a vicious cycle that she can't stop and she hates it. She's failing the children of Houndsditch over and over again. No matter how much she tries to repay that damage, she can't. ]
His skills don't worry me.
[ She whispers. She knows, she sees it in a lot of people here. Madness knows madness. How much will their minds endure? ]
It's only fair that I do. I can't sit idly by in Asgard while all of you leave.
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His skills don't worry me.
[ She whispers. She knows, she sees it in a lot of people here. Madness knows madness. How much will their minds endure? ]
It's only fair that I do. I can't sit idly by in Asgard while all of you leave.