>>6179427>>6179427“I— I think… maybe Soralisa can… or we can talk to Master there must be—” no, you will try to solve this here and now. May the Sun-Birther help you. “Whatever happens, happens… it’s not up to us to decide. Salicera,” you add, keeping up appearances for the rest of your companions. “I have received so much. I am not afraid of giving something back.”
“Is there anything wrong?” Rubida asks.
“Peachy,” Willow waves her hand. “Argia was just telling me about the bas-reliefs,” and you two resume your climbing.
“What of Saint Kishirra’s fate, then?” She continues, whispering so low only you can hear her. “She seemed to have disappeared.”
“Are you afraid you will disappear?”
“I now <span class="mu-i">know</span> the soul inside me exists, but, Argia—” she bites her lip, reaches for your hand. “Look at me. I am here with all my skill, with all my gifts, and who is leading our group? Who was the one who saved Soralisa, who comforted Rubida, who fought the Asterite to a standstill? It’s not about me anymore, Argia. Perhaps it never was…”
“I was just helped—” Why doesn’t she understand? It’s not <span class="mu-i">your</span> strength that matters! Just like it did not matter for Bragia Lacresta.
[cont.]
