Quintess had woken up a short while ago, his entire body, or rather, his Vessel, throbbing all over. The Strawlers scrambling to help him recover had startled him at first, but after he'd recalled everything that had happened, he relaxed – as much as he could have, of course, considering…
He'd rembered it all in reverse: the blow that knocked him out, Skullius' words, the trigger of rage he'd been flaring with, and of course…
"Would you rather I'd killed you? Were you that eager to run from your grief to the point of wishing for death? Are you still?"
Suzate was seated next to Skullius, her face buried in her hands. At her outburst, Skullius and Quintess fell silent. This was the first ti the Deitess had said anything since Quintess had told her that Listafelle had been killed. With as much grace as she could afford, she broke down without spilling a sound.
Whether she'd shed tears – if her vessel afforded such liberties – or not was unknown. As a Deitess, Suzate could process her emotions infinitesimally faster than a mortal, however.
Perhaps she'd gnashed her teeth, rembering Rorsetta's kindness from back then, when she (Suzate/Kaella) was fragile – a lily among brambles. Kaella had aspired to be like Rorsetta for the longest ti. Unlike her, Rorsetta was a hard-boiled combatant, even though she had it in her to be indulgent in the thrills that ca with studying different kinds of creatures and formulating strands of genetics to create assortnts of living beings, like Parrhaya. She was a kind soul, in the end. However…
Suzate locked her fingers and shuddered. She then lanced Quintess with an accusing look.
"That would not have worked. It's no use tornting yourself with aningless what-ifs at this point," said Skullius flatly.
Quintess' fury was reignited.
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