Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Weakened as she was, the goddess had more than enough life left in her to feel positively undone by their optimism. "Vi has...large things to worry about." Safrin said, a finger slipping down Amalia's cheek. I will not die, not the way you think. She thinks silently. The death of this consciousness is not enough to worry Vi. In other lifetimes, I would not be enough to worry her either. But there is Ronin to think about now, the star she pulled down and made whole again. If he dies a second time, it will be because of her and there will be nothing she can do to bring him back again.
Tilting her gaze towards Deimos, the goddess could only shrug. "Not...from the Spire exactly. The Spire is just stone. It is what is inside...who, is inside I believe." She shook her head again. "I should not have entered. It is no ones fault but my own." One does not bite a poisonous snake and then blame the creature for the resulting illness, after all.
Straightening, Safrin gazed up towards the stars and closed her eyes. Her form began to waver, darkness pouring through and making her seem nothing more than an etching of a woman. "I will be here if you need me. For now though, I must go. I need to rest."
