[Maketh is quiet for a moment. She folds her arms across her chest. Hugging herself, really.] That was when it - hurt.
[It was the logical choice. But not the only one, if she's being honest. Maketh knows she could have asked Henry to drag her to Hope's temple. Maybe it wouldn't have worked, but it would have been - an alternative. A burden less painful to put on his shoulders. Instead she'd given him the kerosene and ordered him to do as she said. It should have ended then.
But here they stand. Both of them, still alive. Maketh tips her head back. She's not crying yet, but she feels like she might. They're both alive and they have to deal with the aftermath.]
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[Maketh is quiet for a moment. She folds her arms across her chest. Hugging herself, really.] That was when it - hurt.
[It was the logical choice. But not the only one, if she's being honest. Maketh knows she could have asked Henry to drag her to Hope's temple. Maybe it wouldn't have worked, but it would have been - an alternative. A burden less painful to put on his shoulders. Instead she'd given him the kerosene and ordered him to do as she said. It should have ended then.
But here they stand. Both of them, still alive. Maketh tips her head back. She's not crying yet, but she feels like she might. They're both alive and they have to deal with the aftermath.]