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He embraces me.
“I’ve been so worried for you,” he says, truth poisoning his words.
How dare he?!
I blink rapidly, forcing tears from my eyes, frustration and fear and anger boiling within me, freezing my arms, tension in my entire body.
My mental link with Taranis fills with concern, and I instinctively push him away. No, my mind rebels. Keep watching. I need your eyes. Please.
I realize I’m shaking as he holds me.
“You’ve returned, sister,” he says, too loud. A performance. “Safe from the outsiders at last. Alone for so long, away from your people, I can’t imagine how difficult it must have been. But at last, at long last…
You’re home.”
A small clamor amongst the Circle. Is it true? I’m welcome here? Even after all my failings?
He whispers in my ear as the possibilities flutter in the air, before crashing to the ground.
“Mother’s spirit ordered you to kill me, didn’t it?”
1. She did
2. It did
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