[she says his name like a curse. of all the things that have changed about the saint of fealty, one thing that has remained constant is her voice. for good or for ill, it may be the greatest hint towards what lies under this shed-skin façade.]
I traveled all the way back to that city they call Trench trying to find you. It's a good thing Mercymorn was there to point me in the right direction, or we would never have reunited like this. [a lie, but what would He care of lies? she stares into the eyes of God and takes one graceless step back, as though her words will only be turned on her if she's close enough.] Then again, you've always been good at making yourself scarce when I need you.
You thought you were finished with me. You thought your little problem child of a Lyctor would finally be gone and you could get back to whatever your plans were always meant to be without us. [she rolls her eyes.] It must be so irritating for you.
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[she says his name like a curse. of all the things that have changed about the saint of fealty, one thing that has remained constant is her voice. for good or for ill, it may be the greatest hint towards what lies under this shed-skin façade.]
I traveled all the way back to that city they call Trench trying to find you. It's a good thing Mercymorn was there to point me in the right direction, or we would never have reunited like this. [a lie, but what would He care of lies? she stares into the eyes of God and takes one graceless step back, as though her words will only be turned on her if she's close enough.] Then again, you've always been good at making yourself scarce when I need you.
You thought you were finished with me. You thought your little problem child of a Lyctor would finally be gone and you could get back to whatever your plans were always meant to be without us. [she rolls her eyes.] It must be so irritating for you.