She exhales. "I would rather not, in fact. But I am the Reverend Daughter. To whom can I give confession?"
She could consecrate her own makeup. She is the Reverend Daughter. But that ordination seems a hideous joke right now.
"I am meant to be smart. This is not," she swallows, "arrogance. I was born for a purpose, to be the adept and genius who would restore the Ninth. It is what I am for. It is the only excuse for... the crime of me."
She recounts the sins that lie between her and the object of her devotion:
"I have made grievous errors. People are dead because of my jealousy and stupidity. I have squandered Griddle's faith and her loyalty hangs by a thread. I have come to the grave of the universe to mourn and to hide from my mistakes."
no subject
She could consecrate her own makeup. She is the Reverend Daughter. But that ordination seems a hideous joke right now.
"I am meant to be smart. This is not," she swallows, "arrogance. I was born for a purpose, to be the adept and genius who would restore the Ninth. It is what I am for. It is the only excuse for... the crime of me."
She recounts the sins that lie between her and the object of her devotion:
"I have made grievous errors. People are dead because of my jealousy and stupidity. I have squandered Griddle's faith and her loyalty hangs by a thread. I have come to the grave of the universe to mourn and to hide from my mistakes."