You Sweet Fool

Vervain was quiet to give Ashe the time to absorb her words, to turn things over her in her mind as she knew her daughter was wont to do. And when she finally turned round, electric eyes up towards her, the former huntress cupped a pale cheek in one hand and smiled to her. "No," she corrected in a soft voice, "You were moulded into a weapon, Ashe. You were put on a path you did not choose, and raised in the shadows when you should have been walking in the sun." She sighed, her chest tightening uncertainly. So much time lost. So many years. "You have a bad history, and you have done bad things. But that doesn't make you a bad person. You're my daughter - you're not a bad person unless you choose to be one. You can always choose better." Leaning in, she kissed the assassin's forehead, her thumb brushing across her cheek. vervain face the wind