[Maketh feels her mother's hands in her hair, petting. How strange to be forgiven. Her mother hasn't said a word, but that's what this is.] I'm....I'm sorry...
[The door opens. She hears boots clicking against the metal floor, the guards lining up. Maketh keeps her eyes closed. She doesn't feel the shot, but she hears it.]
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[Maketh feels her mother's hands in her hair, petting. How strange to be forgiven. Her mother hasn't said a word, but that's what this is.] I'm....I'm sorry...
[The door opens. She hears boots clicking against the metal floor, the guards lining up. Maketh keeps her eyes closed. She doesn't feel the shot, but she hears it.]