what once was lost, shall again be mine?

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own Ludo watches Delphine as she meanders through her own reasons, her own justifications, as she rambles and explains away the deaths of her children. It is needless, of course - the god knows her heart inside and out, open as a book, and it responded only at her question. Something about Ludo sharpens then, as if Delphine has just made a serious faux pas. So what can you do? ”You come here and you demand things, sweetling. You come here and demand, and you pout when the world does not bend to your whims. What can I do?” It surges forward, seeming to fill the space all around them, the eyeholes of its mask stretching into yawning blackness. ”For you? Absolutely nothing. Perhaps you ought to think about what you can do for others, for once.”