Eularia scowled, staring the girl down.
Right?
The girl was creating doubt. And doubt was sometimes the worst thing to plague one's mind. It sent her to spiral; how had he doubted? They'd ended in the worst way imaginable, with her begging him to stay, to let her keep her most recent partner too... and her hands had killed him. Her hands. Compelled by another, but still, she'd done what they'd taught her to do... Her face has fallen, gaze fixed on the ground,
It was enough of a nightmare that she was slowly waking up; the world around her coming alive with each shift of her physical body.
This is a dream, Adaria. Nothing you do here will hurt me out there.The girl was right, though. She'd never truly known her husband's mind, only what bits he'd let her see, needed her help to manage. Impulses and compulsions that he couldn't ignore, a darkness that was ever-threatening but never quite chased away.
He could tell me everything. Anything.She stated, refusing to believe that her husband kept things to himself; he'd been an open book, hadn't he? She'd flipped through all of his pages, read everything he gave her...
Right?
The girl was creating doubt. And doubt was sometimes the worst thing to plague one's mind. It sent her to spiral; how had he doubted? They'd ended in the worst way imaginable, with her begging him to stay, to let her keep her most recent partner too... and her hands had killed him. Her hands. Compelled by another, but still, she'd done what they'd taught her to do... Her face has fallen, gaze fixed on the ground,
Do you think this is what your father would want for you?
It was enough of a nightmare that she was slowly waking up; the world around her coming alive with each shift of her physical body.
To see this darkness work its way through you, until you're nothing but a husk of who you really are?She couldn't quite snap out of the dream; couldn't quite wake up.
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