[ It would be better to suspect another's hurt, because hers is still great. Not enough to kill Vanessa on the spot, but that alone has its own shame. Tears should pour. Forgiveness should be begged. Vanessa was being named beloved by another when her mother fell dead for the sake of it.
How is it her hands aren't dripping red? The smudges now are so faint in the dark. ]
Whose, then?
[ Whose hurt? Still better to wonder. Any but her own. Not his? ]
The revelers'? [ She tries to see if there's anything beyond the makeshift sacrifice. ] Their master's?
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How is it her hands aren't dripping red? The smudges now are so faint in the dark. ]
Whose, then?
[ Whose hurt? Still better to wonder. Any but her own. Not his? ]
The revelers'? [ She tries to see if there's anything beyond the makeshift sacrifice. ] Their master's?