>>58928493DIE MAD
She leaned in, her lips almost touching the scaled hide, her words a venomous secret meant for Cynthia alone. “Your legacy isn’t your battles, or your research, or your precious ancient myths. Your legacy is the bulge in my Seviper’s gut. Your legacy is the proof that no one is safe. That the age of the trainer is over. You will be remembered as the first domino to fall. And when people whisper your name in fear, I will smile, and I will pat my beautiful Sevvy here, and I will remember how you kicked.”
Cynthia’s consciousness, like her body, was yielding. The edges of her mind grew fuzzy, darkening even beyond the physical blackness. The pain began to feel distant, muffled. The sound of Aldith’s gloating voice and the Seviper’s purr blended into a meaningless drone. The last coherent sensation was the cold, relentless burn of her family necklace against her sternum, the last solid piece of her world, awaiting its turn to be coughed up into the dirt as a trophy.
…just… snake… chow…
Aldith smiled, feeling the movements inside grow fainter, more sporadic. She closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of the forest night and the sounds of her partner’s digestion, a symphony of triumph. The champion of Sinnoh was nearly complete.
HER AFTE AND YOU FAILED AT LIFE SPIC
DIE AND GET DEPORTED TO HONDURAS
