Two Eyes Cenote Leaf-nosed

it had been cruel to wedge such a tender topic into eset’s breast — but in qiao’s eyes it must be done. 

things happened for a reason; the overworld designated the strings of fate in this world, and their methods were often violent as they directed means to their inevitable end. 

she sniffed, setting aside the last of her patching. did you bury them? or were they so small they were only wads of incomprehensible red viscera?