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Maman Erzulie had chosen her own end; maman Rosalyn had waited until it was time. Coraline desperately searches for peace in that idea, in the hope that they are together somewhere, watching; waiting, too, to see their daughter again.
Did they know that she loved them?
An' Sobo? her brother, her littermate — oh, she could not bear it!
Coraline shifts away only momentarily to wretch and to heave, head hung close to her chest as the sobs morph into a cough that then simmer back down into weeps. It is my fault, it had to be, it had to have been.
For if she had been here, she could have dove in as one extra body, one extra set of teeth; she could have protected Erzulie and Sobo, could have eased the hellfire that ravaged Rosalyn, and yet of her own selfish accord she had driven herself away. Time was lost to her, to her mothers; it is all my fault.