When you go your whole life drinking poison, I imagine it goes down easier.
[ she doesn't look at him. she's moody, and she does not owe the black heretic the effort to manage her stormy emotions. instead, she picks up another rock and throws it out into the rain. it vanishes, the downpour so heavy that it darkens the air and erases evidence that the stone had ever existed. ]
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[ she doesn't look at him. she's moody, and she does not owe the black heretic the effort to manage her stormy emotions. instead, she picks up another rock and throws it out into the rain. it vanishes, the downpour so heavy that it darkens the air and erases evidence that the stone had ever existed. ]