Kate

“What are you talking about? I’m the one and only Tris.” Kate’s eyebrows rose, flicking away her hand as if she could flick away the necromancer with a wave of air. To her he was speaking another language. She spent the last…5 years of her life in the hotel, on the outside where they had almost died and back here after 3 years of…straight darkness. There was no way of keeping up with modern society. “Peter. Or for…. Wait, for what? What are you even for? What is this Divergent matter? It makes me think of clothes cleaner. You already appear to be a ‘happy’ necromancer mixed with several levels of crazy but I’ve seen and felt some things.” She points to him. “I believe doing that will cause your happy meter to explode and would further irk me.” She frowned, haunted with the sweet memory of only being to handle one specific person in the world who would be able to be annoying without the side effect of Kate’s irritation. “How did this first go again? That whole ‘not running’ ordeal so you’ll give me something to make it impossible? I’m not the worlds largest fool and I’m not going to lie, I’m [i] tired [/i], we’ve been widdled away to skin and bones. If you actually want a human who is squeamish towards dismembered body parts and squirms, you might as well get a refund on this cage and ask for a human who isn’t a veteran of this mess.” Her eyes were deserted of any emotion, her fingers would tap faster on the cage bar as if the Necromancer were wasting her time. “When the first question they ask is ‘Where am I?’, ‘Please let me go!’, desperately, you’ve found your human,”