[ He remembers. He watches the illusion, silent, his arm around her to cuddle her into him but there's a tension running through him now. That barren waste. ]
Can they be cured?
[ There's a strange lack of emotion to his voice as he speaks, his expression neutral and flat. He's watching the illusion, distaste crawling in his gut. He thinks of Suri in his memories, teaching Ourania how to make them, smiling as she holds the silver white cub.
Distaste turns into an ache.
But how dare they use his daughter to draw the others. ]
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Can they be cured?
[ There's a strange lack of emotion to his voice as he speaks, his expression neutral and flat. He's watching the illusion, distaste crawling in his gut. He thinks of Suri in his memories, teaching Ourania how to make them, smiling as she holds the silver white cub.
Distaste turns into an ache.
But how dare they use his daughter to draw the others. ]