[ Lucretia blinks in surprise as Lup takes her hand, staring down at it for a second, then smiles.
Choosing what to do with her own life. Doing something, whatever she wants, focusing her energies on her own interests and desires instead of on eliminating the looming, ever-present threat of the Hunger. It sounds...nice. And a little scary. ]
I don't know what I want.
[ Of course she wants to write - doesn't she? She's been writing for a long time. What happens when the story she's lived so long is finally over? ]
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Choosing what to do with her own life. Doing something, whatever she wants, focusing her energies on her own interests and desires instead of on eliminating the looming, ever-present threat of the Hunger. It sounds...nice. And a little scary. ]
I don't know what I want.
[ Of course she wants to write - doesn't she? She's been writing for a long time. What happens when the story she's lived so long is finally over? ]
What do you do, Lup? After.