Flora
Maybe. But maybe you shouldn't take your damage out on a child, Flora's inner therapist will think in later years. For now though she feels as cold and isolated as if she'd been dumped at the bottom of a well. Too young to understand what the situation might be like for Ronin, but old enough to know how it all felt for her, Flora guiltily stares at the stone steps, wishing she hadn't said anything at all.
Wishing she hadn't even come.
Flora's hand would feel like a limp fish in Ronin's, and she'd release it as soon as she was able. With cold fingers she deposited the brooch near the base of Safrin's shrine, before falling onto her knees and clasping her hands in reverent prayer. Please, please, please Safrin...Please make me better so that we can all be together as a family? Just tell me what to do and I promise I'll do it. She thinks with a child's intensity, her fingers clasped so tightly that her little knuckles had turned white. "Please" Flora inadvertently whispers.
Wishing she hadn't even come.
Flora's hand would feel like a limp fish in Ronin's, and she'd release it as soon as she was able. With cold fingers she deposited the brooch near the base of Safrin's shrine, before falling onto her knees and clasping her hands in reverent prayer. Please, please, please Safrin...Please make me better so that we can all be together as a family? Just tell me what to do and I promise I'll do it. She thinks with a child's intensity, her fingers clasped so tightly that her little knuckles had turned white. "Please" Flora inadvertently whispers.
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