A living weapon for family. Now that's some bad luck.
Ripley folds her hands into her lap, listening intently. Shedding what preconceived notions she has about the world— her world— to adjust to one ruled by magic and the unfathomable.
"The stone she took from you— I felt something when I held it. Like this..." Ripley gestures vaguely. "Triumph. Like finally I'd won what I felt I deserved more than anything in the world." Not to mention the wild beast's joy Ripley felt at striking Fever down; one that makes her sick remembering. She's determined not to mention it.
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A living weapon for family. Now that's some bad luck.
Ripley folds her hands into her lap, listening intently. Shedding what preconceived notions she has about the world— her world— to adjust to one ruled by magic and the unfathomable.
"The stone she took from you— I felt something when I held it. Like this..." Ripley gestures vaguely. "Triumph. Like finally I'd won what I felt I deserved more than anything in the world." Not to mention the wild beast's joy Ripley felt at striking Fever down; one that makes her sick remembering. She's determined not to mention it.
"Why did she want it?"