Still, Makie lets it draw out enough. At least until she gains some level of composure again, lifting her head to glance up at the high ceiling of this place.
And then continues.]
He wanted me to go and find my mother and apologise, and bring her home. He didn't know she was already dead. He wanted me to take her a comb. I...
[Stared at him, sickly and pathetic and half-mad, and couldn't bring herself to end his life. She was expecting pride and angry mockery, not...this.]
I told him I would take his message to her. And I left.
I think he lay down and died the moment I walked away. When I finally came to my senses and returned... it was too late.
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Still, Makie lets it draw out enough. At least until she gains some level of composure again, lifting her head to glance up at the high ceiling of this place.
And then continues.]
He wanted me to go and find my mother and apologise, and bring her home. He didn't know she was already dead. He wanted me to take her a comb. I...
[Stared at him, sickly and pathetic and half-mad, and couldn't bring herself to end his life. She was expecting pride and angry mockery, not...this.]
I told him I would take his message to her. And I left.
I think he lay down and died the moment I walked away. When I finally came to my senses and returned... it was too late.