"No," she says slowly. "But... she has. Been with me. In times when I was desperately lonely."
She looks down. "Perhaps I was only mad. But if I was not... she was kind. I do not understand how she can be..." She shakes her tight-shorn head, not looking up. "Perhaps I am everything the Ninth is feared to be. Heretic. Shadow cultist."
"That is why my parents..."
She trails off; her stiff-backed recitation of history, dispassionate and controlled, has deserted her entirely.
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Date: 2020-10-10 03:06 pm (UTC)She looks down. "Perhaps I was only mad. But if I was not... she was kind. I do not understand how she can be..." She shakes her tight-shorn head, not looking up. "Perhaps I am everything the Ninth is feared to be. Heretic. Shadow cultist."
"That is why my parents..."
She trails off; her stiff-backed recitation of history, dispassionate and controlled, has deserted her entirely.