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A test.

It felt her whole life had been a series of them. Testing her resolve, testing her strength, testing her very spirit. A test for loyalties and morals.

Had it all been for this? For a moment to picture oblivion and bliss in equal turns, given the form of a inky, silver dusted man? Jakoul had not been made to break, but something did creak and fracture within. To look in the face of what a life could be.

She did not wish to let go, she did not wish for him to let go.

No. Her voice sharp against the softness of his fur.

No test. Just...you.