Fox was out early in the evening. Scouting the south ward to see if she could catch Leonessa’s gang coming out of wherever they were hiding in the city. She heard plates smashing and shouting from a nearby tenement and went to look.
Through the windows of Nel’s apartment, she watched the enforcers smash Nel’s places. Awkward shouting about her sister, Nel throwing pouches of her hard-earned gold to them, then the more painful process of taking stock of what had just happened. Fox sat down on the edge of a nearby roof, watching Nel stand in her apartment by herself while the enforcers joked to each other on the way out.
“Pathetic… why are so many people in this Steyfano forsaken organization pathetic losers.” She muttered as her eyes followed them down the road. “This stupid organization thinks Steyfano is their patron? More like Tanith.”
She turned her attention back to the window where she watched Nel stand amidst the destruction of her home, not sure what to do next for a moment. She wanted to jump down, slip through the window, and help her friend… but then she watched her expression as she cleaned up, the emotions pouring out of her in what she thought was solitude.
“If I go down there, she’ll wipe her tears and act like everything is okay.” So, Fox sat there and let Nel have her space to pour out the emotions of everything being decidedly not-okay. After she’d cleaned a bit, Nel headed out to take the children for supper. Fox stayed seated, staring through the window.
‘I’m… a part of this.’ She thought as she watched Nel’s slumped shoulders turn the corner. ‘But… I’m not like them. Am I? Is this… this is why Victor looked at me like that. I’m dangerous. I’m a thief. I take things from people.’ And for once, Fox felt a twinge of guilt. Her uncle and aunt had always balanced between them their thefts and their charities, but the girl they had taken in had recklessly charged forward into that world, always too many steps ahead to really learn the lessons.
Over the last few months, something had been scratching at the back of her mind. A sense of selfishness that came when the adrenaline and satisfaction of a job well done waned, and wealth was what was left. It’s why she spent it so fast, and yet, there was always more. Fox stole so much and so often that Maelie and Sareena could afford almost any luxury money could buy. But… there was something missing…
Everyone talked about charity for the South. There was money poised to help people, but Fox knew it’d never be enough… because none of this was about money. It was about power and control. Her heists had specifically avoided those kinds of targets, being about finesse and challenge. Power… that was what her mother had dealt in.
She shook her head and looked at the darkening sky. ‘Shit, that’s gonna bug me all night now…’ She trotted off across the rooftops, doing her best to stay focused on her hunt… but now with one more distracting thought lodged in her mind.