[ Maybe it’s Deimos—he doesn’t know about Derrica—or maybe it’s the wind being the same temperature and speed as it was once on a night with Ciara, maybe she passed someone who smelled the same. ]
Allowing for whatever fondness or forgetfulness that time hath bestowed?
[ Hath. Who talks like that? ]
Back then, she seemed to have everything figured out. Reckon it's just 'cos she was there longer than I ever was, but she looked out for me. Even when people treated her like shit she was kind. She had this way of making everything else seem less important just by holding your hand or touching your cheek.
[ In retrospect, Ciara was probably planning to teach Athessa how to have the same qualities. Grooming to survive a brothel outside Guild oversight. ]
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[ Maybe it’s Deimos—he doesn’t know about Derrica—or maybe it’s the wind being the same temperature and speed as it was once on a night with Ciara, maybe she passed someone who smelled the same. ]
What was she like?
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[ Hath. Who talks like that? ]
Back then, she seemed to have everything figured out. Reckon it's just 'cos she was there longer than I ever was, but she looked out for me. Even when people treated her like shit she was kind. She had this way of making everything else seem less important just by holding your hand or touching your cheek.
[ In retrospect, Ciara was probably planning to teach Athessa how to have the same qualities. Grooming to survive a brothel outside Guild oversight. ]