[ Is she surprised? "Coeurls don't change their pelts," Waltaquin had said. She's never been dishonest. Psyche knew the risk she was taking in trusting her. In hoping... what? In Medea's words, that she made people want to be like her? In hoping for the echo of Medea, of herself that she sees in Waltaquin?
How... self-important. She balls her hands into fists, digging her nails into her palms as if the sting of it will anchor her. It never has. ]
Why?! Why Nona? She was always sweet to everyone. You told me you wouldn't make any foolish moves, but this...
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How... self-important. She balls her hands into fists, digging her nails into her palms as if the sting of it will anchor her. It never has. ]
Why?! Why Nona? She was always sweet to everyone. You told me you wouldn't make any foolish moves, but this...