~Noelle~
I never thought there'd be a time where I would bring Dante into my mind. Obviously, I didn't account for a baton boy being a member of the pack. And stalking me on my way home. He can't let her stay. I won't allow it. No way in hell.
I remember the day at their camp, I wanted to find a way around. It was so long, most of the memories of it are jaggered and botched. I wish I could erase those parts of my memory. It would make me so fucking happy. But I can't. Isn't that unfortunate?
Those same bastards that petronka belonged to, tried to- I don't even know what they would have done to Lynx if I wasn't there. How can a man, whose entire life is built up for his daughter, trust her to walk around with a baton boy roaming freely?
How? I'd like to know.
