[she isn't so good at pushing away her feelings; she's more avoidant than skilled at disguising or suppressing how she feels. but the way the memory ends just leaves her feeling hollow. the intensity of the anger she felt towards the wrong people, ghosts of murdered servants, and then the numbness of encountering delilah.
Well, I'm already dead, dear. [a small smile.] But it's a bit of her magic that keeps me going. She was a necromancer - she killed me to bring me back.
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[anyway, have a return memory]
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... That was the necromancer... Delilah?
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she nods.]
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I'm someone she hurt. She killed them, but she killed me too. I shouldn't have to absorb their grudges.
[petulant, like she's trying to convince someone.]
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Yes. It was a very long time ago. But yes.
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... I'm glad it didn't work completely. I'm glad you're you.