"Maybe? She said she was a social worker," Sparkle sighed, eyes on the potatoes. The knives were sharp enough to do some pretty horrible things to his fingers if he wasn't paying attention. "I dunno. She heard about Amelia on the radio and came to talk to me at work. Said she could find... some place for her here, in Baltimore. But I promised Amelia I wouldn't do that to her, you know? Besides... little girl with glowing blue eyes. That'll go over great anywhere but Fandom, I'm sure."
Okay, so he was carefully, aggressively chopping potatoes.
"I think she wanted what she thinks was best for her... but I have a lot of reasons to not trust her, too."
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Date: 2014-03-21 04:14 am (UTC)Okay, so he was carefully, aggressively chopping potatoes.
"I think she wanted what she thinks was best for her... but I have a lot of reasons to not trust her, too."