[ Everything about Pyra's reactions surprises and even confuses her. The pain in her expression, the way she continues to hold her hand tighter, to be driven to tears...
She'd described a shell, heartless and cold. Not one for whom tears should be shed for. Not one whose hand should be held so tightly. She was his will, she was a monster. The witch had failed all of his tests to prove that traces of Honerva had remained, and he'd banished or destroyed any remnants of any reminders.
Her free hand grasps tight at the fabric of her cloak, but her tone remains even and distant as it must be. ]
... I am not the one for whom tears should be shed. There was no help for us there.
[ For that universe, the planets that were lost, or forever scarred by his malice. The people. Her child. All far more worthy of tears. ]
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She'd described a shell, heartless and cold. Not one for whom tears should be shed for. Not one whose hand should be held so tightly. She was his will, she was a monster. The witch had failed all of his tests to prove that traces of Honerva had remained, and he'd banished or destroyed any remnants of any reminders.
Her free hand grasps tight at the fabric of her cloak, but her tone remains even and distant as it must be. ]
... I am not the one for whom tears should be shed. There was no help for us there.
[ For that universe, the planets that were lost, or forever scarred by his malice. The people. Her child. All far more worthy of tears. ]