>>6334487You chuckle.
Then it turns into a coughed laughter, your hand holding onto her shoulder.
The absurdity of it all. How much you saw—everything that was revealed to you. Your world has been stripped of any sense. Then it has been remade, and now it does make a terrifying kind of sense.
Wonder, even knowing all this, what will happen now. Lithala will never forgive Ansàrra.
In a way, you can understand that.
But you have not been slighted as much as she has been.
Though you have been betrayed and used.
And thrown aside.
The last of your laughter bubbles up on your lips. You dry a tear prickling at the corner of your eye.
“For what it matters,” you say, your dusty voice coming out in a wrinkled whisper as you squeeze her pale shoulder one last time, “I am sorry.”
She bites her platinum lip and regards you with that crimson gaze.
Then she huffs, her shoulders slumping. She reaches for your hand—to shove it away?—but she just cups it with her own, pale and criss-crossed with cracks, bleeding that strange light.
“It matters more than you think.”
<span class="mu-r">You have seen enough, and you can make your choice. Now… about those terms. Time to hear them out, and to decide what you might want in return. If you accept.</span>
<span class="mu-b">So, after that terrible night, how did she manage to become what she is now? She did mention trying to fight Ansàrra directly for the first few years…</span>
<span class="mu-g">What happened with Merope… there was no way to take them apart? What about Willow? She will not help her, but can you?</span>
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well, hug time it is! Now let's see what you decide... 