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Startled, she looked up from her tea and whiskey. The whiskey burned its way down her throat, and she gave the boy a startled smile. She noticed his missing leg and her eyes widened. Conri, what happened to your leg? is everything okay? What happened? Naniko told us you were dead! It was a rush of words, but after her initial question, she realized that naniko had told Lucifer, and lucifer had shared it with her, that Conri had been killed. So...how was he here?
If he were a ghost, he'd have appeared as she remembered him, not as this gaunt, gimping wraith. She took another sip of her tea, concern hovering in her eyes, obliterating the always present grief and encroaching madness. The femme had been slowly sliding down the slick slope of insanity since Shadow's death and her subsequent miscarriage.
I don't have another cup or bowl to offer you....but i have some dried meat. Would you like some? By the looks of the boy, he hadn't eaten in some time. though the boy was no longer a boy, she realized. He'd be two sooner or later. Dierdre had just turned two here a few days ago. That was two birthdays spent without a mother now. Deuce's heart throbbed with sadness for her daughter. the poor girl deserved better than her.
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