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Evie
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“We did,” she rumbles in reply, and it feels like they stand shoulder-to-shoulder before a grave with depths they cannot gauge. Laying to rest all their suffering and loss. Moving on a little more every day because there was simply nothing else they could do. Evie’s may have been refreshed with Sam’s murder, but even that was a familiar method of grieving merely directed at a different person.
“Her stigma has ruined enough. The Grounds alone will never forget her reign of terror. But I refuse to let her be the face of the Natural Abandoned in Caido - even if following in her footsteps makes me taste vomit just talking about it,” she mutters, though her mouth curls with amusement at the last line, vulgar and intentional against the tyrant’s name. Though the last hook of his words pulls her physically sideways, a covetous gleam of excitement shining in the bluefire of her eyes. “Greenhouse?” Her voice slides higher, almost girlish, immediately invested in this new idea. “Is it communal or private? How big is it?” don't let one be you |
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