I've got my one.
What a fucking moron. Caedyn understood the mindset, but it took everything she had not to smirk at him. In her head, the difference between them couldn't be starker: Jae looked fucked up and unstable with a bulky, uncooperative weapon. Not only had he pissed off probably about as many people as she had, but anyone looking to "get their one" might see him as pretty easy prey. Meanwhile, Caedyn was still fresh and bright...minus all the blood. Yeah, she'd lost some sleep. Yeah, all this walking was exhausting. But that was the case for everybody, wasn't it?
If Jae had any brains left in that tiny little skull of his, he'd shoot her right now and take his chances with Jazzy. If it came down to a time when they had to kill each other and things kept up like they were, he'd be in a way worse position by then. That's how this worked, right? It was all cumulative. Jae would get worse, and as long as she didn't run into any more hiccups like Bridgette, she'd be perfectly fine. If Jae even lasted long enough for them to catch up again, she figured he'd be a real mess by then.
God, was she the only person that had this figured out? Well, that was about usual. She couldn't expect the vermin to keep up with her.
Caedyn watched Jae closely as she backed away through the garden. Even if he was an idiot, she wasn't going to trust him. She waited until she and Jazzy were near a clear way out, then turned around to grab her hand and run for it.
((Caedyn Miller Continued crushcrushcrush