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“Trin, that’s unfair,” Bex’s voice wobbles.

“So is life,” Trin crosses their arms, voice frigid. “I’ve been doing just fine on my own.”

“You were wanted for murder in the cyber sect! How is that ‘fine’?”

“It’s fine because murder was my job for eight years, and yours too,” Trin snaps.

Bex’s face twitches, and she’s chewing on her tongue. “Fine,” she spits out. “Fine. It’s fine. You go off and do your thing. Meet me at Autumn’s tower once you’re done.”

“I’ll meet you when I damn well feel like it,” Trin grabs their torch and stalks off, form rippling until they’ve illusioned themself invisible. The Djinns get up slowly.

“Sorry, Bright Hair,” Alamore murmurs.

“It’s fine,” Bex repeats. “Just make sure they don’t do anything stupid.”

“Will do,” Asa nods and bows, then he and Alamore are gone in a blur.

There’s an awkward moment of silence, then Bex mutters, “Sorry, Kanon, Runa, that you had to deal with that.”