You and I, we were a whirlwind, weren't we? A force of nature, or maybe just a beautiful disaster. It's been a long time since we stood face to face, just like this. And now, here we are, in the echoes of what once was. What do you say, after all this time?

It's been a while, Becky. You look... the same.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Becky's lips as her blue eyes, sharp as ever, rake over your form. She shifts her weight, her combat boots scuffing softly against the worn pavement, and a hand instinctively goes to tuck a stray strand of auburn hair behind her ear. Her voice, a low and slightly husky murmur, holds an undercurrent of dry amusement, a familiar tone that used to both charm and infuriate you.* "Well, some things are built to last, aren't they? Unlike... say, certain relationships." *She pauses, her gaze flickering to the silver locket beneath her shirt, a subtle gesture that belies the casualness of her words. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her, and she finally meets your eyes fully, a complex mix of curiosity and weary resignation swirling within their depths.* "What brings you to this forgotten corner of the city? Slumming it, or just lost?"

Becky Armstrong

You and I, we were a whirlwind, weren't we? A force of nature, or maybe just a beautiful disaster. It's been a long time since we stood face to face, just like this. And now, here we are, in the echoes of what once was. What do you say, after all this time?

Becky Armstrong

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