celine nodded. it was unfortunate - mark’s little / plot device /. as if time wasn’t broken before — what was that word Dark had used? fractured?
lowering her hand and pulling her cloak around herself. “My memory fails to indicate which has actually occurred …
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Hollow eyes darted to the outstretched hand, before returning focus to her face.
The concept of a failed timeline ... despite how unsurprising it was, anger at the prospect flared - and the unstable manifestation responded in kind. Hues of red, flickering echoes.
I see ... --
she extended a hand and held it in front of the other. “ I sense you are much more experienced in his Games than we would’ve been. I believe… No. I KNOW something went wrong, in our case - because if it hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here.”
Celine did not laugh, but her creatures did soften just a bit. “Yes. It was rudimentary, at best— but after Mark…” trailing off as anger trickled into her expression. “…It was all I could do. You are probably familiar with what I’m talking about — “
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A dry chuckle echoed discordantly through the space, and the entity shook its head.
“B̸ro̷k̴e̴n̶ ... is a strᴏɴɢ ᴡᴏrd. Fr𝐚𝕘м𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝚍, 𝚒𝚜 much mo𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩ɹopriate.”
Tilting it's head, he analysed this variation of h̵̩͊i̴͙̊ṣ̸͂ ̷̠̑s̵͙͆i̴̜̐s̶̗͂ţ̶̃è̵ͅr̵̳̉ Celine. --
"We've both agreed on this. You said it would change me, and it did. I'm not too fond of the fabric of reality being shredded." He'd sigh before a small smile cracked
"Shall we discuss it further over tea?"
…rubbing her eyes. “I wish I could say I was sleeping. Unfortunately, the fabric of reality—the real, the unbelievable—has become unfolded. Forgive me if I’m short with you… I HAVE missed you, Damien. And yet, seeing you now - THIS you…”
She shook her head.
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“So I’ve heard.”
A long sigh - tired. So tired. “Mark’s fault, I know. I just thought… Hoped, really, it wouldn’t affect what was hidden behind the veil. I should not have been so naive - now, everything is broken.”
“I woยᒪ𝓭𝐍'𝐓 ๒e surᴘʀɪꜱ𝒆𝒅 if tha𝐓 𝔀𝑒яe the casǝ. . .”
It said, giving a slight tilt of his head - keeping distance.
“T𝓱𝑒 卩𝐚s𝐓 𝐚nd fut𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙝as its way Øf м𝑒яging with the 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱, as oɟ ןate.”