Date: 2020-08-31 07:08 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] impure_void
Then the stone will be returned, right where they had found it, among the rest of the shattered gravestones. To be left, as it has no place in even this place of relics.

Modern dialect. They have no--

The word Infected spills into their mind.

The quill snaps.

They don't feel it.

They are not Infected. The Infection is gone. They felt Her shredded by Sibling beneath their claws, Sister disappeared and reappeared, telling them things they do not need to know but wanted, wanted, such as the Crossroads are clear, Greenpath is near empty but the diseased thorns are falling off, Crystal Peak is quiet, it is gone, it is gone, She is gone, She is dead, if She was not dead they would be dead, they would be rotting still, they are not, they should be, She is gone, She is, She they are aching, rotting, arm gone burning whispering stories grinding thoughts howling screams tearing their throat open for Her own Voice--

Their face is pressed down against the counter. The crack along their mask stings.

They do not remember falling.
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