I'm beginning to hear voices
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She didn't care if her mother had brought her anything. All she wanted was her presence and her warmth. As soon as the title left her lips she heard Kaena enter and come to her and her heart beat in anticipation. Rikka wanted to move past everything they had argued about before, it meant nothing now. So much meant so little in the face of everything that had happened and was still happening. Inferni was at war now and she knew that she wouldn't be the last casualty of this conflict. The woman only hoped that those she cared about the most stayed clear of harm's way, but was that too foolish a hope? Her brother was the leader of Inferni, always on the front lines, and Kaena her mother was not far behind. Rikka wasn't meant for these situations. She wasn't strong enough. Especially not now, when she had been so thoroughly broken and bruised.



Her mother came to her, her hand reaching out to touch her hair and Rikka leaned her face into that small embrace. She closed her eyes, the tears still streaming from them at a steady pace. Honestly she was surprised she still had enough left in her to still generate tears. You'd think that her eyes would be empty by now. Still, the amount of crying she had done lately was evidenced by her swollen and bloodshot eyes. Everything about her appearance screamed the struggle she was enduring. At the question Rikka shook her head from side to side. No, it hadn't been they. Taking a shaky breath she reopened her eyes to look at her mother, her head still shaking. "Not they. Him." Kaena would know whom she meant. There was no one else she could possibly be speaking about. Saying his name aloud was too painful and it felt like poison on her tongue.



The tears in her eyes welled higher as she looked at her mother, feeling only a fraction of the pain that she must have felt since her own brutal attack. "I'm so sorry," she choked out, barely a whisper. She was sorry for what had happened to her, and she was sorry she hadn't known. It may not have been her fault, but she was still sorry. Sorry for being so hard on her when she was dealing with something so indescribably awful. Sorry for so many things.

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