"You sound like - someone I used to know. I'm too tired to keep breaking my head on the rules of the setting. Besides, in Hadriel, there is only ever one point - to make us feel. These dreams are the equivalent of inseminating a dairy animal so she can be milked."
She was trying for coolly detached sarcasm, but Bianca finds the rage mounting under her breastbone, hot and acid. Against her will, it only makes her more determined, and she turns to help Jack with the rope and grapple.
"We might make enough space to reach her if we pull some of the vines back. What's the betting she bursts into flames, or turns into a monster, if I do?"
Because, hope or no hope, Bianca knows finding Mira would be far too good to ever be true again.
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"You sound like - someone I used to know. I'm too tired to keep breaking my head on the rules of the setting. Besides, in Hadriel, there is only ever one point - to make us feel. These dreams are the equivalent of inseminating a dairy animal so she can be milked."
She was trying for coolly detached sarcasm, but Bianca finds the rage mounting under her breastbone, hot and acid. Against her will, it only makes her more determined, and she turns to help Jack with the rope and grapple.
"We might make enough space to reach her if we pull some of the vines back. What's the betting she bursts into flames, or turns into a monster, if I do?"
Because, hope or no hope, Bianca knows finding Mira would be far too good to ever be true again.