by Lord Bellious on Tue Jul 09, 2019 12:41 am
"That much is true." She didn't want to ideologise it, but still found reassurance in that Sylvain seemed to be recognising the need to be driven to go on. "Ersatz fuel may run its course at some point, but you will find new ones. I can tell as much. I don't hate your mark on me anymore. Anger that had bred it long gave way to that from deeper wounds, many self-inflicted." She shrugged. "Sometimes freedom is just in picking your poison."
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