Hell Reverse - Part 12

26, First April

"I want to visit Ayrefield." Merci rocked back and forth on her heels, refusing to make eye contact.

"Why." It wasn't a question.

"...Reasons." Merci tried, and failed, to keep her voice level.

"Why, Merc?"

"Because someone told her she'd finally get a god's mark if she prays there." Newt muttered, setting a spoon to the side and lifting his teacup.

"I doubt it." Deceit quipped.

"But-"

"I didn't say you couldn't try." Deceit paused, as if searching for the right words. She gave up after a few moments. "Etna can take you. "

"Yay!" Merci rushed off without so much as a thank you.

"She really doesn't know how those work, does she?" Newt set his teacup down.

"She's sixteen," Deceit shrugged. "She'll learn better."

"That's just mean."

"This is coming from you."