They exist in small pockets of lost time and space, entirely contained. Dare I say it, in... glamorised prisons.
The Merchant said this of the exiled tyrants they stumbled on in the House of Manouk. Her heart has been heavy ever since realising the same was done to her by Nonna. The Shifting Isles was her prison.
A beautiful prison. Blissfully ignorant and full of laughter and light. She might have never left it, had she not sought answers for her twin's disappearance. She understands now that was the point. Remembers, now, just how brutal she'd been in her righteous vengeance. Not unlike when she delivered Haiva to the sirens.
"What else would I mean?" she asks, the sigh all but soundless. She does not regret her choice. She would stand by it, if not the decision to allow these people to believe Haiva a savior when he was letting the jatharin kill them off one by one, so long as he could remain exempt of accountability.
"It feels wrong to be here." To accept their kindness.
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The Merchant said this of the exiled tyrants they stumbled on in the House of Manouk. Her heart has been heavy ever since realising the same was done to her by Nonna. The Shifting Isles was her prison.
A beautiful prison. Blissfully ignorant and full of laughter and light. She might have never left it, had she not sought answers for her twin's disappearance. She understands now that was the point. Remembers, now, just how brutal she'd been in her righteous vengeance. Not unlike when she delivered Haiva to the sirens.
"What else would I mean?" she asks, the sigh all but soundless. She does not regret her choice. She would stand by it, if not the decision to allow these people to believe Haiva a savior when he was letting the jatharin kill them off one by one, so long as he could remain exempt of accountability.
"It feels wrong to be here." To accept their kindness.