EVELYN
Mabel was dead. Her sister was dead.
Evelyn didn't need to be sick to let the rage fill her.
They had ascended to survive. To thrive. Evelyn knew she should've gone to fix the shrine in Torchline with her. She could've saved her. Could've done something.
The girl attended the election, and listened to the nominees make their pledges.
Evelyn hero-worshipped Wessex, there was no denying it. Watching the Wraith speak after the (was he drunk?) boy, the girl felt incensed, inspired. Gathering up her courage, the fire building up within her from her rage and grief, she shouted once the Wraith seemed to have finished: "WESSEX IS MY QUEEN!"
Evelyn didn't need to be sick to let the rage fill her.
They had ascended to survive. To thrive. Evelyn knew she should've gone to fix the shrine in Torchline with her. She could've saved her. Could've done something.
The girl attended the election, and listened to the nominees make their pledges.
Evelyn hero-worshipped Wessex, there was no denying it. Watching the Wraith speak after the (was he drunk?) boy, the girl felt incensed, inspired. Gathering up her courage, the fire building up within her from her rage and grief, she shouted once the Wraith seemed to have finished: "WESSEX IS MY QUEEN!"
innocence
is but an illusion
is but an illusion
