XIo: -- setting down at GG Alpha Two -- Zeke: -- in Picker's Market, we'll cover you, go! Fil, get a leg shot on that second kid. Wounded'll slow 'em down more anyhow. Filipa: I'm not shooting anyone. Zeke: ...What?! Filipa: I'm not shooting my own people, Zeke. Zeke: Oh, for fuck's sake. Why did you even bother bringing a -- ... question withdrawn. Filipa: Thank you.
Okay. I officially give up on setting a date for me to get back on a regular schedule. This only causes the universe to laugh and throw things at me. *sigh*
Her perfect husband wants a divorce, and people are dying in houses she never knew she owned. What rotten foundation has Daria's perfect world been built upon, and what will it cost her to tear it down?