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[shadow=black,left]molly darrow[/shadow] | [/table]
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[shadow=black,left]female[/shadow] | [/table]
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[shadow=black,left]the badlands[/shadow] | [/table]
| [div style="width: 260px; min-height: 270px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #000"]Describing the emotions flying through her head right now was difficult. She was furious at Cat for going out and almost getting killed, for bringing down the wrath of god-knows-who. For not even succeeding in whatever foolish mission they had set out on. For promising to write lessons in blood and threatening to shoot Mike. Molly might not be happy with the man whatsoever thanks to what he did to Brendan, but she had no desire to see the man dead.
This whole thing. This whole ridiculous display. It was pure insanity. Molly had known that Catalyst had changed a lot from the kid that she had raised for those nine short years, but right now she looked at them and saw absolutely nothing that she recognize. Not their face, scarred and battered by fights they never should have been in. Not their posture that was stiff yet determined. Not their eyes, cold and closed off. Certainly not the tongue that spoke of rivers of blood.
What was a mother that could no longer stand by her child to do but leave?
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