Cecelia feels the dread creep back in; she sips at the tea while her other hand curls into a weak fist on the table. The hope that seeing green had brought...soaked in death.
She'll find Palamedes. She'll see if he thinks so, too. Maybe it's not so rotten as this.
"Careful. Methodical." She speaks with her eyes closed. "We've a new span of time...and even that is not certain anymore. But even so. We should be mindful of what we test, what we see, and what we learn."
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Cecelia feels the dread creep back in; she sips at the tea while her other hand curls into a weak fist on the table. The hope that seeing green had brought...soaked in death.
She'll find Palamedes. She'll see if he thinks so, too. Maybe it's not so rotten as this.
"Careful. Methodical." She speaks with her eyes closed. "We've a new span of time...and even that is not certain anymore. But even so. We should be mindful of what we test, what we see, and what we learn."