Everything about her, Zack can sense is born of the post-apocalyptic. His very own hearth and home. A small part of him can't help admiring a mortal survivor such as this, but the majority of him is angry and baffled.
Her definition is something Zack himself would have said, and he understands it on a level that nobody else could.
“My kid's watching the stall, okay?” The vendor tells the woman. “If I let everyone help themselves, how would that look?”
Zack lets her go without apology, his ire turned onto the doughnut guy. “If you were eaten alive by cockroaches, how would that look?” He attempts to call forth a swarm, mainly to frighten the annoying mortal away; but the environment itself seems to have its own power. Hence, all that happens is that a handful of confused-looking ladybugs flutter around the stallholder's head.
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Her definition is something Zack himself would have said, and he understands it on a level that nobody else could.
“My kid's watching the stall, okay?” The vendor tells the woman. “If I let everyone help themselves, how would that look?”
Zack lets her go without apology, his ire turned onto the doughnut guy. “If you were eaten alive by cockroaches, how would that look?” He attempts to call forth a swarm, mainly to frighten the annoying mortal away; but the environment itself seems to have its own power. Hence, all that happens is that a handful of confused-looking ladybugs flutter around the stallholder's head.