[ Shadowheart stares at the message a long while, feeling the drop in her stomach that comes with--being wholly unprepared for this. Even though she's always known, in this place, that this could happen at any time. People come without warning and leave without warning. And knowing should make it hurt less, shouldn't it?
It doesn't. Emmrich was one of the first people who cared for her, here. Who helped remind her she could be more than her fragmented past, that it was worth being a part of her future.
Shadowheart had only just told him she missed him. It feels surreal. And she knows, for Parisa--
No. She doesn't know. But she can imagine how much it must hurt. ]
The day before last is when I last felt his mind. It's very like him to at least wait until after the murder's all done, when it would be most convenient to vanish.
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It doesn't. Emmrich was one of the first people who cared for her, here. Who helped remind her she could be more than her fragmented past, that it was worth being a part of her future.
Shadowheart had only just told him she missed him. It feels surreal. And she knows, for Parisa--
No. She doesn't know. But she can imagine how much it must hurt. ]
Parisa. I'm so sorry.
Do you know when?
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Anyway. I have his things if you'd like a token.
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