Five years down the line. She still gave a start as the date sinks in, but she can smile, since it's a strange sort of fortune-telling. What should have killed him didn't, though it hadn't been without incredible damage. She can only guess the extent, between the mask over his eyes and the loss of pigment in his hair. There was no telling what the internal damage alone must be like.
It's not as if she'd ever subpoena or steal a glance at his medical files.
"Five years out from now." She gives a little shake of her head, disbelieving even as she's glad. Mia can't know she only has four left herself. "From my now, that is. You updated your whole look?" Green and white is pretty inverted from the red and black she was used to seeing.
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It's not as if she'd ever subpoena or steal a glance at his medical files.
"Five years out from now." She gives a little shake of her head, disbelieving even as she's glad. Mia can't know she only has four left herself. "From my now, that is. You updated your whole look?" Green and white is pretty inverted from the red and black she was used to seeing.