[ Everything feels so... out of place, like she isn't even sitting here. Nothing feels right; her breathing is stuttered and shaky and panic clenches around her chest so tightly that she feels sick. But she keeps her fingers twisted into her dress, forcing herself to just breathe and listen to Husk. At the very least, she can focus on his voice - grasping onto it as she's always done before.
But it's still all so hard to hear. That Ginerva was alive, that she tried to kill others, and she has to once again remind herself to take breaths.
Then he tells her she's dead, that he killed her.
Now there was no chance for her to ever meet that woman in this life. ]
S-she's... dead. [ Lapis repeats that back, before her breath stutters in a sob. Her hands fly to cover her mouth as she tries to take deep breaths, her mind reeling - it's all still so much to take in.
But she's dead. She won't be her tool anymore - it's a freedom she thought she would never get. ]
I-I... Sorry, thank you- [ Lapis knows how badly things would've gone, if they met again. That this distance has allowed her to see what this woman had done to her in a life before.
But it was still the woman who raised her, once upon a time. Her tears are both of relief and to mourn the woman she once was. ]
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But it's still all so hard to hear. That Ginerva was alive, that she tried to kill others, and she has to once again remind herself to take breaths.
Then he tells her she's dead, that he killed her.
Now there was no chance for her to ever meet that woman in this life. ]
S-she's... dead. [ Lapis repeats that back, before her breath stutters in a sob. Her hands fly to cover her mouth as she tries to take deep breaths, her mind reeling - it's all still so much to take in.
But she's dead. She won't be her tool anymore - it's a freedom she thought she would never get. ]
I-I... Sorry, thank you- [ Lapis knows how badly things would've gone, if they met again. That this distance has allowed her to see what this woman had done to her in a life before.
But it was still the woman who raised her, once upon a time. Her tears are both of relief and to mourn the woman she once was. ]