How frustrating; Hydra had hoped for more information, but could understand the lack of it at least. All would be revealed, in time. As far as fate smiling upon her, Hydra's tail lashed behind her. “Fate is a fickle thing,” she drawled, “smiling one moment, snarling the next,” her eyes flashed as she considered this. Yes, speaking it she knew the truth of that—fate had never ruled the outcomes in her life, though, had it? No, she had always been the master of her own. Could fate be thanked for the beginning here?
Hardly. That was one hand Hydra might bite, should it come close enough to seek to feed her. Fate giveth, and fate taketh—for all it had given her, Hydra felt robbed for the way it kept things in the balance. What had fate done, to have brought her, and the rest, here?
Fuck fate.
His question was answered with a shake of her head. “No, not here,” she answered, meaning the territory they stood upon. She gestured to the tallest mountain in the distance, humming, “there. The largest of them, closest to the river and the sea,” she informed. Curious, and hopeful, too, she drawled, “you will rebuild?” It would be nice, to be able to bring any one of their enemies, old or new, to their grave together, she thought.
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