( Emilia has worked so hard to make herself unassailable. To relinquish every fear so that she may become fearless instead. But there is no power great enough to leave her unmoved when it comes to her twin. There is a piece of her heart that will forever be screaming for Vittoria.
Come back. Let me gather the bones of you, so we can be put back together.
Several steps along now. The storm that brews leaves the floorboards unsteady, or perhaps it is those lashings that arise from the depths at night. The closer she gets to the plank, the more distorted the voice becomes. ) Vittoria? ( Her voice is less certain, now.
The carefree laughter becomes something more sinister, hateful. The same voice that haunts her dreams as of late. Emilia's foot flattens on the plank right as a gust of wind tears through, making her sway. Making everything sway. )
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Come back. Let me gather the bones of you, so we can be put back together.
Several steps along now. The storm that brews leaves the floorboards unsteady, or perhaps it is those lashings that arise from the depths at night. The closer she gets to the plank, the more distorted the voice becomes. ) Vittoria? ( Her voice is less certain, now.
The carefree laughter becomes something more sinister, hateful. The same voice that haunts her dreams as of late. Emilia's foot flattens on the plank right as a gust of wind tears through, making her sway. Making everything sway. )