#𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘎𝘚 𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘎𝘏𝘈𝘕 ｢ pseudodead ｣

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𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘎𝘚 𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘎𝘏𝘈𝘕 — @pseudodead

She was left behind as if that would protect her.

In truth, she understood - she was no stranger to being sheltered from the aghast horrors awaiting behind the curtain, raised in blessed and cruel ignorance, but this was different. She was older, no longer as naive, capable of witnessing and accepting the full scope of the senseless cruelty and violence and death that awaited Nero and Nico at their destination - and how that was something only they would be able to deal with, protected only by her hope of their safe return.

Just as she understood that there had to be someone here, behind the lines, awaiting with open arms all those that sought shelter from the storm, a guiding light in the night, a soothing voice singing prayers no matter the outcome that awaited them all.

Alone, and yet the table is set for three nonetheless, a quiet show of love, a simple form of putting her worry into action and turning it into hope: they would be successful, and they would return.

The lights flicker out in the street, unseen to her.