Two Eyes Cenote no, no, it's rightfully mine.

For the first, and perhaps last time, maternal instinct blooms to life. It is only when Eset surged toward her that Medusa experiences it, rising to an immediate stand and snarling: no, you’ll kill him— and she stood over the boy, body a blockade.

But Medusa herself was weak from her own series of unfortunate events. She tumbled over, asking herself why she risked her life for anyone other than herself, or her father. 

She hung over the lip, scrambling for purchase. Medusa knew she was at great risk to never be a hero again. 

Not that it mattered. She didn’t think she’d volunteer for the role regardless. One and fucking done—she lived and learned. 

But maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t. Death was before her, and it wore the face of the Hebsut.

let me know if it’s okay to skip you April! Kind of assumed here just bc he was snoozing BUT ping me if you’d like me to remove this and I shall!