the sky is overcast and

“I was wondering when you were going to come back.” Her voice was light, teasing maybe. She wasn’t mad, even though her words could easily have double meanings enough to suggest as much. “What did you grab for lunch?” She turned, smiling, but her face paled at the sight of him. “Hunter?”Hunter hadn’t brought his staff with him. Uncle had been particularly upset with him after his last performance review, as evidenced by the way Hunter’s collarbone still ached at any sudden movement. He’d wanted to make sure that Hunter wasn’t becoming overly reliant on the crutch. Still, he brought his fists up and sunk into a loose defense position. His lack of a mask made him feel exceptionally vulnerable, but he did his best to school his expression into something firm. “How do you know my name?”“You’re so young,” she mumbled. She paused, then moved to stand so quickly that Hunter couldn’t help but flinch back. “Oh! Don’t be scared.” With a sharp grin, she added, “I only smite those who dare to oppose my loved ones!”Or, pre-canon Hunter time travels forward to meet the post-canon Hexsquad. Things can't change, and they know that. That doesn't make it hurt any less.