[ The little trickle of water is called back to her, swirling back into the phial at her hip, quick and quiet. ]
No, wait, that is not right. [ Groggy in the left over haze, she must take a moment to muddle it forward. Why the truth mattered here, now, when no one has ever cared particularly for truth, let alone hers, remains to be seen. But it did. ] I have chosen not to think on it. I do not suppose I want to. I am...
I think I am content not making great and echoing choices, for once, and that it does not matter to anyone.
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[ The little trickle of water is called back to her, swirling back into the phial at her hip, quick and quiet. ]
No, wait, that is not right. [ Groggy in the left over haze, she must take a moment to muddle it forward. Why the truth mattered here, now, when no one has ever cared particularly for truth, let alone hers, remains to be seen. But it did. ] I have chosen not to think on it. I do not suppose I want to. I am...
I think I am content not making great and echoing choices, for once, and that it does not matter to anyone.