"No," she says, rejecting that, the flippancy of it chafing at the raw edges of her nerves. It was the last thing Gideon should have had to do, not a sacrifice but a murder, a consumption. As God himself had said, an indelible sin. Her breath hitches as she's squeezed, going rigid for a moment before she allows Gideon to further gather her up.
"Of course Sextus would be here," murmurs Harrow when she's calmer, half to herself, though nothing about her surroundings looks at all like the reconstructed Lyctoral rooms she'd last found him in. It's another mystery, but one she makes herself shelve for the time being. Taking a deep breath, she manages a nod.
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Date: 2021-05-18 09:01 pm (UTC)"Of course Sextus would be here," murmurs Harrow when she's calmer, half to herself, though nothing about her surroundings looks at all like the reconstructed Lyctoral rooms she'd last found him in. It's another mystery, but one she makes herself shelve for the time being. Taking a deep breath, she manages a nod.