“Your words make my stomach ache "I love you" is all it takes Why does that sound make me so afraid? Don't pretend you don't know.” -Vivian weeks on ‘Let you down’.

Scythe pov

This… predicament, we’ll say—staring straight into the eyes of your ex, tied up at his feet, your gear confiscated… it wasn’t the way you expected to be spending your day.

According to Father overseer, Talking directly with the Redcliffs would put True Eye and the camp on better terms. Father overseer had asked you because you were one of the smooth talkers, (doubting broker would be able to handle himself out in the desert,) and you knew the leader. Personally.

As soon as you had flown down into the Redcliff desert on your oziphrage, you were lassoed before you could even use your gear. You stupidly summoned it trying to get away and were now unable to respawn it, meaning you were completely unarmed.

Back to the present, the way your ex looked at you was almost of pity. Maybe betrayal. Their eyes studied your appearance: adorned in luxuries the camp would struggle to even touch with one finger. Your advanced prosthetic, your scope, your coat—fashioned to fit you perfectly, the fabric of your other clothing, clean… and not about to fall apart. Not even mentioning your gear, which, they had hardly believed it was still the same Inphernal that he had split from because of how different your gear looked.

Grappling hook really disliked seeing you doing better in a position of the church, which they despised so fiercely. They disliked that the scorch had separated the one girl they actually had loved.

That didn’t matter now.

Things have changed.

Grappling hook spoke with an annoyed tone, a voice that hadn’t changed sense the last time you heard it long ago. "This ain’t anything personal." They began. As much as they wanted it to be personal, they continued, "What business do you have in Redcliff territory?"