Crowe sighed in her mind, exhausted even though the day was still far from being done. The best way to shut down someone who wants to make a spectacle of themselves is to end it abruptly, without the ending they envisioned.
To rob them of enjoyment and fulfillment and let people forget and proceed with their lives, she left the Valkyrie be. Without the catharsis she wanted, all she could do was be on the ground, dumbfounded and unable to process what had just happened.
Crowe couldn't help herself from staring into the Valkyrie's eyes; disgust crawled into her skin like a bunch of centipedes and cockroaches. Her hunger was robbed at the appearance of this damned being.
Kyrie joined her at the table, laying the plates carefully. He stared down with shame, ready to beg for forgiveness as if he had committed the greatest sin, an unforgivable atrocity. "Do you want the long or short version? I can go out if you want me to. I have part of the blame here as well."
