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."
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Date: 2020-09-04 05:55 pm (UTC)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."