Chapter POV: Robyn Lithgow
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"He was also too dependent. When we broke up, he kept begging me to stay. I endured his toxicity for years. I lost respect for him when he did nothing but cling to me. What could someone like that ever accomplish? I was so glad to be rid of him."
Was this slagger crazy? Did we really know the same person? The wombat? Clingy?
"Follow me or die."
"Fuck off, you cunt!"
"Then die."
The wombat was anything but clingy, I saw him shoot down anything he considered an enemy.
All he cared about was whether you were useful or not. The Sirens were battle-hardened Shielas, so I could understand why he kept us around.
And toxic? What the hell does that even mean? And this slagger lost respect because the wombat clung to her?
'Ugh, I feel like I turned stupid listening to this cunt.'
