Billie. Or Meagan. Or whatever you go by these days, I don’t know anymore. It was easy to pretend we didn’t know each other when you were Meagan. We agreed to respect both our new lives and not dredge up bad memories. So what are you doing?
Yeah. I saw him. Two years ago, here, in Karnaca. He even asked after you. I said I hadn’t seen you since that night in the Flooded District. I’m sure you know why I lied.
He never stopped killing, you know. He’s got the same old grudges. I just hope you’re not one of them.
-T