[She tries to make it sound certain, and she mostly is, but it comes out just weary. She would know, she thinks, each spot where the fractures aren't anymore full of a strange, gaping, negative ache, an uncomplicated and unfathomable hollowness where so much intensity used to be, relief mixed with incomprehension.
She reaches forward, tentatively, with a hand that is no longer butchered, butterflied, speared messily through, and grabs one of Morgana's, holds it tight. Whispers, because that's all she can control,]
I'm so glad you were here.
[There are other people who could have fixed her; but no one else she trusts so much, would want to have so much power over her, carved and vulnerable.]
[Spam!]
[She tries to make it sound certain, and she mostly is, but it comes out just weary. She would know, she thinks, each spot where the fractures aren't anymore full of a strange, gaping, negative ache, an uncomplicated and unfathomable hollowness where so much intensity used to be, relief mixed with incomprehension.
She reaches forward, tentatively, with a hand that is no longer butchered, butterflied, speared messily through, and grabs one of Morgana's, holds it tight. Whispers, because that's all she can control,]
I'm so glad you were here.
[There are other people who could have fixed her; but no one else she trusts so much, would want to have so much power over her, carved and vulnerable.]