Ankyra Sound the brink of war as my judge and jury

"i fought for dis place," erzulie mused grimly, looking out upon the beautiful emptiness of the shoreline that spread before them. "how many times has it passed from han' to han? an' caiaphas, she will never come back," the harlot spat.  "i fought for de wron' t'ing."
sorrow lanced through her; guilt skewered the jezebel's chai-tea heart, and she swallowed the rush of angry tears as she looked to her wife. "if we left, where would you be wantin' to go?" for surely rosalyn wanted to depart. she had always longed for that.