[her mind races. they're in the ruins, and he's talking to her like she's a ghost. he's attending the council of warโjust the council of warโbitter and callous. they're back in the stables, the rain pouring down on both of them. then in the forest at school. and here, in the medical office. she can't let it keep coming back to this. the same refrain. the same death march to enbarr.
there was no one else but her to put their foot down anymore.]
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divineimpulse) wrote2021-06-05 06:42 pm
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[ his gaze turns a little distant, voice wrought. ]
The dead demand it with fervor, even here. Even now.
But they have yet to be satisfied with the number of corpses I have stacked for them.
[ he's trying. it's never enough. ]
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there was no one else but her to put their foot down anymore.]
Then there has to be another way.