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Was that all he had to say? Was this all there was, this anticlimactic descent?
No justice. No final fight. Only the whirr of static as Wren's world drones on even when she wished so desperately for it not to.
She lets him leave.
Slowly, her head turns to the woman Tauris, and as much as she wanted to hurl her anger at this stranger of Kvarsheim simply for having been there and for carrying that name, she could not. Her eyes soften to something apologetic as the guilt begins to clobber her all over again, the same way it had the day Gunnar demanded her retribution.
If you're gonna hurt me for what happened with your packmate, do it now, her voice hollows, muscles twitching beneath skin. It was not as if she had anything left to lose. go ahead.