A fitting end for that fragment, that ghost that was haunting her and keeping that connection open. Now there is uncertainty, where there was a direct path of what he wanted, and yet Fever revels in it. Trading a set end of despair for potential, for choice, for the chance to keep forging her own path. She will still be violent, she will still be capable of all she was, but now it ends when she chooses it to. Now she can stay her hand, or commit.
"And I feel so much, and I don't know whether I want to laugh or weep or lie down in the snow and kiss the ground. Everything is different."
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A fitting end for that fragment, that ghost that was haunting her and keeping that connection open. Now there is uncertainty, where there was a direct path of what he wanted, and yet Fever revels in it. Trading a set end of despair for potential, for choice, for the chance to keep forging her own path. She will still be violent, she will still be capable of all she was, but now it ends when she chooses it to. Now she can stay her hand, or commit.
"And I feel so much, and I don't know whether I want to laugh or weep or lie down in the snow and kiss the ground. Everything is different."
But it's a difference she's needed.