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She'd refused to acknowledge it for so long, and tried to shove it aside each time it arose, but it needed to be faced if she was to continue. Rosalyn did not know how much she had lost; she had no way of knowing how much more would be taken. Every day she could be losing things that she simply failed to remember.

She no longer trusted herself. And as her body began to slow, and age bore down on her bones, she had begun to consider the time she had left. She felt healthy still, but in a way that seemed fragile... like the smallest thing could shatter it entirely. Her strength, and her resolve, thinned and patched with the passage of time.

Rosalyn knew that Erzulie could see it, and though she'd allowed herself to contemplate it on more than one occasion, she would never voice this particular fear out loud. She didn't mind death, or the rest it would bring. All that she feared was leaving behind the life she had built.

Maybe regretting it is my answer. She replied after a moment, gazing at her wife gratefully. Her entire soul, right here, always. This, here. This I'll never lose. She swore it easily.