REXANNA
the chains are broken
Despite the words thrown back at her, Rexanna knows she is not the same woman the Harpy pegs her to be. She has those memories, that strange half life feeling of them, but as she looks upon the scarred, pale skin of the girl, she knows she hasn’t lived through it. And she knows that perhaps where the Helovian version of herself and this version of herself had strayed from one another. She hopes that Kiada can see that, or will, in the future. But it’s unlikely that will ever happen. The other version of herself had craved love and belonging, strove to be useful and helpful, to become something (something Kiada had always had in her); while this version of herself strives for different things. She’d rather be known as a nobody, helping behind the scenes than front and center.But it seems like this life and that live are similar in the fact she remains in the spotlight time and time again. She shrinks away from Kiada, briefly, as a cruel cold smile grows on her face in response. “That isn’t me, you understand that now, don’t you?” She asks, a tilt to her head as she approaches the girl again – such similar icy gaze, that she can see herself within them. “We have both done things we regret, but that version of me and this me are growing separately. I’m sorry you had the worst part of me, but I am better than that.” She says in a quiet snap.
Because in this world, she’d cherish every child she’d bear (if she could), and she would focus on trying to keep them protected and safe. She wouldn’t be designated to be a child rearer, to have too many children with no way of totally keeping track of them all, with a husband that disappears time and time again to sleep with other women.
This, she knows, because Bastien is unlike that. And she doesn’t see herself slipping away from him unless something catastrophic happens.
but are you truly free?
