[She hates this. Displaying weakness so openly, and not only weakness but such a womanly one... She had not cried in years and years and years before the doom of that village had broken her, and now-
She is so tired. She doesn't want to be the only one doing what needs to be done anymore. She can't fail again. She think this might be the end, the Tree might just never recover even if they do win the Oracle. Liem Talbott is dead. The demon was still alive- even though she had taken his eye to make them even, he-
For once, she does not curse Claude's laughter. His shard is still in her hand, and there is no condemnation or disgust or judgement... so she can be weak. She can curl into the hold of his arms and press her face into his shoulder, hiding the moment her bit-back crying turns to wretched, shameful weeping.]
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She is so tired. She doesn't want to be the only one doing what needs to be done anymore. She can't fail again. She think this might be the end, the Tree might just never recover even if they do win the Oracle. Liem Talbott is dead. The demon was still alive- even though she had taken his eye to make them even, he-
For once, she does not curse Claude's laughter. His shard is still in her hand, and there is no condemnation or disgust or judgement... so she can be weak. She can curl into the hold of his arms and press her face into his shoulder, hiding the moment her bit-back crying turns to wretched, shameful weeping.]