⟪ Char-you tree. Very fitting, given all she has heard, and if it were a play of words from her brother's tongue, she might have given it the acknowledgement it deserves. These days, that would not often translate to laughter.
There is more of that bitter sense about her: of course it is the girl who burns for her lover's disputes. Love, as ever, kills more reliably than any sword, though she does not necessarily consider that she hardly has enough information to speak of love here at all. ⟫
How twisted. Where is the rest of your blood in this? ⟪ A father, mother, a brother who could have wielded a weapon. ⟫
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There is more of that bitter sense about her: of course it is the girl who burns for her lover's disputes. Love, as ever, kills more reliably than any sword, though she does not necessarily consider that she hardly has enough information to speak of love here at all. ⟫
How twisted. Where is the rest of your blood in this? ⟪ A father, mother, a brother who could have wielded a weapon. ⟫