“I, I guess.” And Mythra was thrown out of her moping, out of her position, realizing just what exactly she was doing. She adjusted herself, sitting normally with her hands rested in her lap. No. She is not going to be getting into anything that heavy, especially in front of the kid. It took extreme duress for Rex to force it out of her, and he was her Driver. Connie couldn’t know. About what she had done, about how she felt about it, about any of it. Though, Mythra has a feeling she might try and press...