I am twenty-two years old. I thought, very specifically. I have died 75+ times. I scaped a hybrid monster, adopted kids here and there, I killed a giant by dropping a building on it. I survived a snowy mountain that can kill you immediately, apocalypse city. I have seen jellyfish in the sky. And I am currently standing next to a naval vessel with scales on its hull while Jisoo holds my hand to her face and I cannot process this.
Alex grabbed my sleeve and pulled.
Jisoo's face dropped slightly as my arm left her reach. I looked back once. She was watching me go with the expression of someone who had given themselves exactly five minutes of patience and was already aware of how long five minutes was. Face Droopy.
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We both stoof front to front at the back of one of the vine houses, far enough that the crowd noise faded to background.
