They both made fair points. She looked down at the beer in her hands for few moments, thinking about what the other two demons had just said. There was still so much bitterness that clouded her and she missed her cousins.
She was very familiar with fighting, rebelling, protesting for the rights of others. She was used to the hurt inside when other people suffered atrocities. This, however, was something new. She had a fighting spirit left, of course. But much of her energies nowadays were spent surviving at work, fighting with shitty living conditions in the West's only notable motel, finding answers for Min-Ji's family, dodging advice to come home from her parents. It was all so draining. All she ever wanted to do now was curl up and go to sleep, or drink until she found some kind of distraction from it all. And now she sat at a bar with a few others who she suspected knew what this whole angry-grief thing felt like.
Monet sighed through her nose, settling herself. She had started wrong. "So, what? Are you thinking about going tonight?" She wasn't prepared for such a thing - she had no abilities as caustic as a fire demon or a smoke demon. Her abilities were powerful over time - not something that would have helped if she were affronted while they were there. She had none of her usual guerilla protesting material and all of the exhaustion that came from being run into the ground in the kitchens of a Michelin star restaurant. If it came down to it, she would have no other skill than being quick on her (tired) feet. Would that even be enough?
