Whatever retort Aradia had intended to fire back, it's dead in her throat now.
Kenzi's opening question immediately stops her cold. Her control on her emotions slips and the anger fizzles out, replaced by alarm and a decidedly unnatural drop in the ambient temperature around her headstone.
It's not like her past allegiances were well-hidden, really. But having it dragged into the open so bluntly doesn't reassure her about the pentagram at all, and that leads into other panicking theories - they met before at a fake exorcism. This still has a chance to turn into a very real one if she's not careful. No pressure, then.
"I- No! Kind-of. Maybe?" Welcome to the land of antsy ghosts and bad liars. Please take your free brochure at the door. "But that was before I died. I'm not anyone's girl now."
She doesn't bother asking how Kenzi found out. That can come later, if she makes it through these first few minutes intact. Aradia cautiously steps backwards, one foot brushing against the ethereally solid wall of the circle. Which rules out that line of escape without needing to ask. Drat.
"Why do you care? You don't look like Daybreak. And nobody else ever looked into it, so..."
Because, obviously, the only people who'd look into that were witch hunters or Daybreak, and Kenzi certainly didn't look like the former. Flawless logic.
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Kenzi's opening question immediately stops her cold. Her control on her emotions slips and the anger fizzles out, replaced by alarm and a decidedly unnatural drop in the ambient temperature around her headstone.
It's not like her past allegiances were well-hidden, really. But having it dragged into the open so bluntly doesn't reassure her about the pentagram at all, and that leads into other panicking theories - they met before at a fake exorcism. This still has a chance to turn into a very real one if she's not careful. No pressure, then.
"I- No! Kind-of. Maybe?" Welcome to the land of antsy ghosts and bad liars. Please take your free brochure at the door. "But that was before I died. I'm not anyone's girl now."
She doesn't bother asking how Kenzi found out. That can come later, if she makes it through these first few minutes intact. Aradia cautiously steps backwards, one foot brushing against the ethereally solid wall of the circle. Which rules out that line of escape without needing to ask. Drat.
"Why do you care? You don't look like Daybreak. And nobody else ever looked into it, so..."
Because, obviously, the only people who'd look into that were witch hunters or Daybreak, and Kenzi certainly didn't look like the former. Flawless logic.