Pokora followed the four into the room while contemplating on a lot of things. New things.
Four girlfriends.
That was scandalous and overly indulgent. To who, though? To Pokh'Orra Pezh'Che? Certainly not.
To Evelynn Heart? Most likely.
But Evelynn Heart was, in a way, no more.
The group sat down at the table.
Pokora glanced at Natasha and remembered the chat they had deep down in the Dungeon where the Halve had mentioned having killed her past self in order to come to terms with the new reality presented to her.
Natasha met her eyes and gave her a small smile.
"Do you have any questions?" Yolin interrupted her thoughts, taking Pokora's hand.
"Too many, if I'm honest," the Archer chuckled.
Natasha nodded. "Well, when two people are attracted to one another-"
Pokora snorted. "Fuck off, that's not what I meant."
Lapia hummed. "You seem to have no reservations with Halves," she pointed out with an approving smile. "That's a relief."
"True," Alyssa agreed.
