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[theliar]

✿ how it works ✿


✿ Comment with one of your muses.
✿ Specify which muse you want of mine from THIS LIST. If you don't specify, I'll choose one for you!
✿ Set up a scene or prompt (song lyrics, a photo, a quote, etc). If you are lost for ideas, try PLOT PUNTER to generate an idea! Or just leave it blank and up to me.
✿ Profit! Tags will be slower than my game tags probably, so we'll probably backtag into forever. And if that's fine with you it's fine with me!

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[thedetails]

[It's not what Myka wanted to hear, but it was what she expected. She can't be sure if it makes her feel better or worse, but it makes her rethink Helena's mindset. How a thought, a wish or a plan was different from actions. How many things had Myka herself wished to do but never acted on, because she knew it was wrong, or perhaps simply did not have the opportunity?

Myka liked to think she was better than that. Better than Helena. But what would she have done herself, trapped in bronze with nothing but her grief and anger to keep her company through the endless years? What would she have felt if instead of her home at the Warehouse, it had been Sam that awaited her in that vision? What if she had never learned to let him go?]

Christina is dead. [The words sounded unusually cruel once she spoke them, but it was a cruel truth.] You're aren't. She would have never wanted you to punish yourself - to punish the rest of the world for what happened to her.