your name DOESN’T MATTER and you are 9 SWEEPS OLD. you live in one of STELSEL’S BIGGEST DISTRICTS, a place you HATE WITH ALL YOUR HEART. your hobby is TRYING TO BECOME A GOD, playing DEADLOCK on LOWELO, listening to FRENCH SYMPHONIC METAL and being a TOTAL LOSER.
@bessotedOrigami you don't need to be as strong as a god to protect yourself or even me... also... if you never need help with something like that... you can always count on shalbark... and on me...
@bessotedOrigami …
i know you don’t like it but… my MENTOR told me… they won’t find us here… and… if a god did appear… you were strong enough to fight it… that’s plenty… right…
I’m terrible at this…
@bessotedOrigami ===> Helena holds Mitrela closely, guiding her out of the bathroom through the glass.
do you think there is a… infirmary or… something like that…
@bessotedOrigami ===> Helena slowly opens the door, she covers her mouth with her hands as she sees her moirail’s state.
… what happened…
===> her voice is surprised and shaky.
“…”
“have been a while…”
“since we talked..”
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“i know…”
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“yeah… it’s important… but… are you sure… you want to talk about this… now…”
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“i do…”
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“you’re right…”
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“you think… he wants me dead… but… how far would he go for it…”
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“and why would he want that anyway…”
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“it’s true… but it doesn’t prove anything…”
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“sorry…”