[ In that moment, it's difficult to not see the similarities between this man, and a short girl with one eye. Akua's struck by how much it hurts, a too-sweet poison that she'd willingly taken over and over again, and now she hates that she doesn't feel the sting of her presence anymore. She hated how much it hurt, and how much she missed her.
More than anything else, even more than the tempting pull of Trismegistan Sorcery, or the finery of Wolof.
And they were all likely gone. Every member of the woe, who had somehow ended her friends, despite everything. ]
It sounds like Callow. [ She admitted, her voice less certain than she would like. ] Someone I know very well, [ and loved, ] was from there. She would say something similar, about how they deserved better than the Tyranny of Praes, and the dismissal of Procer. She hoped too, before...
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More than anything else, even more than the tempting pull of Trismegistan Sorcery, or the finery of Wolof.
And they were all likely gone. Every member of the woe, who had somehow ended her friends, despite everything. ]
It sounds like Callow. [ She admitted, her voice less certain than she would like. ] Someone I know very well, [ and loved, ] was from there. She would say something similar, about how they deserved better than the Tyranny of Praes, and the dismissal of Procer. She hoped too, before...
[ The likely destruction of all. ]