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Only when a heart did heal was it able to break again, a shattered glass hardly held together by glue once again falling to ruin. Perhaps it shouldn’t matter now—her littermates were all gone, leaving her alone on the mountain. Perhaps she was to blame for it all, perhaps… had she not fallen so far down the rabbit hole, had she not allowed her grief to consume her—would they all still be there? Hydra remained, as she always would, as did her sisters and their families; they remained together whilst those she once shared a womb with were gone to the wind.

Perhaps, perhaps—

Defeated by the world itself, there was little left to hurt her, little more pain to endure. As the days passed her by, creeping slowly into a new season, there was a numbness developing from within, incomparable to even the strongest of winter storms. If she could endure this, all of this—if she could continue to make it through life like this, to grow stronger from it all, maybe it would be enough to bring her family back together.

Keeping the thought close to her, Yama descended the mountain and took to the woodland, nose to the ground and searching—for a meal or a soul, she would take either.