That voice, her own voice that has been dormant, tethered to the recesses of her mind due to Hell's power whispers faintly. It hasn't been loud since the blood rain, thankfully. Looking at Shylock's words was simultaneously comforting and brought up that resentment that would never completely dry out.]
I'm trying. I must have gotten better at it if you say it's so.
[She's not sure what else to say because there's only so much over text that can be conveyed.]
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Can that be true?
How can you be so sure wizard?"
That voice, her own voice that has been dormant, tethered to the recesses of her mind due to Hell's power whispers faintly. It hasn't been loud since the blood rain, thankfully. Looking at Shylock's words was simultaneously comforting and brought up that resentment that would never completely dry out.]
I'm trying.
I must have gotten better at it if you say it's so.
[She's not sure what else to say because there's only so much over text that can be conveyed.]
See you at Hemlock some other evening?