Ouroboros Spine vii. and scrub between the cracks.

gonna wrap this up since it's been a while so we can get this plot rolling!

aiwë was torn in two. 

kukutux's eyes begged her. lótë forced herself to look away, ears and eyes falling with regret for what must be done.

when her eyes again met the jadeite of moonwoman's, they too pleaded. 

for forgiveness. 

"my children have had you."

her chest splintered in half as she allowed her gaze to wander to the heights of the spine. longing tugged at her instinctively, urging her to disappear into the woodland -- to fall into step with her sister as she had always done.

"he has no one. no one but me." 

if she had not gone mad, if he was real, if he was truly saviguk. 

then he was her son too, through kukutux. 

she could not fail him, could not leave him to face this alone.

in a way, lótë needed to purge her own soul as well. it was not just for him that she turned away. 

she allowed herself one last glance at the family she would leave behind. 

'i'm sorry', she mouthed before following saviguk away from the mountains.