Date: 2021-09-02 11:37 pm (UTC)
coquettish_trees: (thinking)
[ Her laughter is soft, breathy. It is not a happy sound. ]

No. I was broken when she came to me, Byerly. Truly broken. When she built me again, she...

I loved her. I trusted her. She knew always what was best for me. She knew more of me than my parents. More than Geneviève.
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