"Something happened in the transition from where I was to...now," she says, inwardly disturbed by the suggestion it might be otherwise. That it might be that, because she knows with full clarity what Gideon means. There had been pain as she'd healed, but it had been with the same ease as when Ianthe sliced through her hand with her cavalier's old knife: a flicker only, whereas when the same had been done to her she'd nearly passed out. That was the trade in being half a Lyctor, being fractured, and if she no longer had that...
The work cannot be lost. She will not permit it to be.
Gritting her teeth as Gideon mutters to herself and takes the device out of her pocket again, Harrow turns the corner in stoically stubborn quiet.
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Date: 2021-05-19 05:55 pm (UTC)The work cannot be lost. She will not permit it to be.
Gritting her teeth as Gideon mutters to herself and takes the device out of her pocket again, Harrow turns the corner in stoically stubborn quiet.