[There's always a certain thrill to killing that only people who understand the power over life will have. In that way, Waltaquin was satisfied by her adrenaline. But it had felt different when her own shadows were wrapped in Alecto's and squeezed quiet.]
Yes but no. Not like him. [It's the answer she settles on. She feels less like God and more like a star that imploded long ago, waiting to live outs its light.]
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Yes but no. Not like him. [It's the answer she settles on. She feels less like God and more like a star that imploded long ago, waiting to live outs its light.]
Do you yet want my heart?