George nodded and used his chopsticks to herd a piece of chicken across his plate. "Yeah, we're okay. I mean, we are now. Things got kind of bad for a while after the last time Lust started trouble. She gets so worried whenever we fight, and then mad, and then mad at herself, and..." George shrugged. He wasn't sure the booth in the Chinese restaurant was the right place to bring up the long, deep scars that Wrath had carved into her own thighs.
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Date: 2013-04-03 08:06 pm (UTC)