(She exhales, a soft sound of something akin to amusement.)
It's not your problem until somebody here decides to make it your problem. (She is, of course, talking about the wardens, and not herself, even though she just kicked a fucking boxload of red powder all over him. It's really clinging to his clothes, huh.)
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It's not your problem until somebody here decides to make it your problem. (She is, of course, talking about the wardens, and not herself, even though she just kicked a fucking boxload of red powder all over him. It's really clinging to his clothes, huh.)