I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
Except for all the atrocities
“Oh,” she murmured, stilling and quiet for half a moment. The calling of the dead, of loved ones, contorted and coiled over the framework of her mind, and had she not had one of those core memories removed by Ludo, it likely would’ve blistered and torn with its recollections again. Instead, her jaw clenched, not yearning or craving to imagine what it must be like to be lured by those sacred and cherished, only to be slashed and mauled and destroyed.
Her nose wrinkled, and then her fingers moved again, restless in the water. “So, do you think she’d have something like that?” It seemed more horrifying and terrible than many other abilities she’d known and heard of – and she didn’t bother hiding her grimace.
Her nose wrinkled, and then her fingers moved again, restless in the water. “So, do you think she’d have something like that?” It seemed more horrifying and terrible than many other abilities she’d known and heard of – and she didn’t bother hiding her grimace.
the honeybee
Besides that
I'm innocent
I'm innocent
