"It didn't light up at all when I shot my father."
Wynonna has had a lot of time to think about all these details. To search for scraps of hope to cling to.
"And you're right. I don't know it. But I think we can both choose to believe it. And as much as I fucking hate saying this," she has to stop, pacing back and forth a few moments before actually getting the words out.
"We need to have a truce. For as long as we're here, at least. I can't break the curse without Peacemaker, without being in Purgatory. If we kill each other here, we can't help Waverly. We don't have to like each other, we don't have to talk to each other after this- and you're welcome to tell everyone here that I'm the crazy chick who ruined your chance at happiness. Fine. But we at least agree not to tear each other apart."
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Wynonna has had a lot of time to think about all these details. To search for scraps of hope to cling to.
"And you're right. I don't know it. But I think we can both choose to believe it. And as much as I fucking hate saying this," she has to stop, pacing back and forth a few moments before actually getting the words out.
"We need to have a truce. For as long as we're here, at least. I can't break the curse without Peacemaker, without being in Purgatory. If we kill each other here, we can't help Waverly. We don't have to like each other, we don't have to talk to each other after this- and you're welcome to tell everyone here that I'm the crazy chick who ruined your chance at happiness. Fine. But we at least agree not to tear each other apart."