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Myrika is by Kiri!
The thick, sweet-smelling smoke hung in the air of the hallway, and it made Myrika feel a little lightheaded -- although perhaps that wasn't the smoke at all. Her eyes felt as if they were burning. Inferni did not need her -- she was weak, they needed strength to follow. What could she do as a leader? Doubt filled her more than anything, but it was apparent from the stance of her Aquila -- no, former Aquila -- you are the Aquila now, she thought -- he was leaving, and there was nothing she could do about it. To refuse him meant -- what? What did that mean, if she refused him? The clan would pass to Vesper, or maybe Ithiel, or maybe even Kaena, as she'd suggested -- or, it might well fall to pieces.
Setting her jaw hard, she looked at him with still-wide blue eyes, part of her wanting to run away screaming, part of her wanting to quietly refuse, and more of her wanting to do right by him and Inferni. Maybe he would return, maybe this was just temporary. I will do it, she said. I'll... try to be as good for Inferni as you, she murmured, more quietly. What would she do without Ezekiel around? There was no one else she might run to. Ithiel was stone and immovable; he did not understand half of the world and did not care to. Kaena was set in her ways, as well, and while she tried to do right by the clan, the redhead did not know if she could accept the old hybrid's advice.
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