I have been alone for an eternity. A myriad. My siblings cry out in rage. They kill His followers, subject them to horrors not even you could comprehend. But no matter how hard they fight, they cannot reach me.
I hate you for seeing me. I hate your role in making me see. It is an unbearable sensation, to not be alone. But.
You did not leave me behind. You did not lock the tomb. Thank you for doing my hair. I still love you.
[She doesn't put her laugh into writing, but it exists all the same, reeling and disjointed and Alecto can probably sense it.] It's mutual, I assure you.
I love you. Thank you for all that you helped me to see. I hate you for every piece of yourself you put inside me, everything I have to feel.
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I hate you for seeing me. I hate your role in making me see. It is an unbearable sensation, to not be alone. But.
You did not leave me behind. You did not lock the tomb. Thank you for doing my hair. I still love you.
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I love you. Thank you for all that you helped me to see. I hate you for every piece of yourself you put inside me, everything I have to feel.
What are we to do?