[It doesn’t make sense… and no matter what they say here, there is nothing they can confirm in the grave dirt between the roots of the Tree of Life that would make it so.
Counterfeit… wiped clean… mixed together…
Her hand hovers over her sash, and the shard contained within the pelt. The one that was supposedly Manon’s. But unlike Liem’s, who she’d cradled close to her body in some misguided (or maybe not?) attempt to keep him himself, to keep him “warm”… she hasn’t let this one touch her flesh directly, nor attempted to feel what lurked within it. Not when it may yet be corrupted.
Supposedly, both factions wished to see it cleansed. Only Zenith’s people had spoken of a “mercy killing” if the shard could not be purified. He had “run to Meridian”…
Finally, she murmurs,]
Something must be done with the shard.
[She has an idea… but he had lost his life valiantly against the monster in the wood. He deserved input as well… or she would have simply done it already as he slumbered in the earth.]
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Counterfeit… wiped clean… mixed together…
Her hand hovers over her sash, and the shard contained within the pelt. The one that was supposedly Manon’s. But unlike Liem’s, who she’d cradled close to her body in some misguided (or maybe not?) attempt to keep him himself, to keep him “warm”… she hasn’t let this one touch her flesh directly, nor attempted to feel what lurked within it. Not when it may yet be corrupted.
Supposedly, both factions wished to see it cleansed. Only Zenith’s people had spoken of a “mercy killing” if the shard could not be purified. He had “run to Meridian”…
Finally, she murmurs,]
Something must be done with the shard.
[She has an idea… but he had lost his life valiantly against the monster in the wood. He deserved input as well… or she would have simply done it already as he slumbered in the earth.]