[He's not articulating this correctly. His brow furrows, a scrunching up of the spray of freckles across his forehead.]
You sold yourself short. Not even Maine could square up against Texas, and that match was three on one - you remember, right? You put a blade in her back.
[And he remembers it, too. He remembers it vividly, not because he was there, but because years later, Texas would spin and plant a blade in the Meta's lower back in much the same way C.T. once did to her.]
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[He's not articulating this correctly. His brow furrows, a scrunching up of the spray of freckles across his forehead.]
You sold yourself short. Not even Maine could square up against Texas, and that match was three on one - you remember, right? You put a blade in her back.
[And he remembers it, too. He remembers it vividly, not because he was there, but because years later, Texas would spin and plant a blade in the Meta's lower back in much the same way C.T. once did to her.]