[Training] no one told you to breathe

MELITA

“Kisamoa did that with Kiada,” and whoever else the false paragon managed to snag. Tricked, deceived, permitted powers to wane and grow in return for favors, while the rest of them were massacred, destroyed, and decimated. Her features drew into harsh lines, furrowed brows, fingers clutching her glass harder. Her voice didn’t wobble though, stern and strong, because she’d related these over and over again in her mind, in her memories, in her contempt. “And before I was born,” meaning she’d heard the stories from elsewhere, her mother, and legends passed along, “the Goddess of the Moon manipulated another into murdering several others.” Her eyes didn’t go to him, for she wasn’t implying Safrin was the same – she’d met the herald – but noted them all with an air of caution. Maybe she should’ve swung it back upon herself too. Maybe it would signify nothing – different gods, different beings, different methods.

But then she recalled how Ludo had asked Roana to go slay an Ascended, and her heart lurched.

help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts