PHOEBE
”I would assume so.” she said quietly, still watching him, hearing the bite in his tone, seeing the strain in his jaw. But she did nothing. She did not flinch or look away. This was her fault, she had caused this, and she deserved whatever wrath he through back at her. ”But you were be better off asking someone like Amalia, the baker or Remi. I’ve not been involved in this remedy Vi and Rae have created.” She said, frowning ever so slightly. No, it was because she hadn’t been able to figure it out that the gods had to intervene.
His question is no surprise, but at first she said nothing. She merely stared. But as seconds passed her expression grew ever more mournful, and she nodded slowly. ”Yes, I remember… and I’m sorry, Jata. I…I never would have said or done those things of my own will. But that doesn’t make it alright and I understand if you cannot forgive me for it.” she said quietly, true remorse in her tone.
His question is no surprise, but at first she said nothing. She merely stared. But as seconds passed her expression grew ever more mournful, and she nodded slowly. ”Yes, I remember… and I’m sorry, Jata. I…I never would have said or done those things of my own will. But that doesn’t make it alright and I understand if you cannot forgive me for it.” she said quietly, true remorse in her tone.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
