Date: 2006-06-20 08:03 am (UTC)
white_flowers: (midsummer mortal)
She looks past the bird into the darkness of the forest beyond, where she has spent so much time.

That, of course, was before.

The silence has almost developed a weight of its own by the time she speaks again.

"I don't know where to begin. Or how. Or-- or even why I should."

She looks back at Peach.

"Don't you understand? There's nothing. He made me nothing."
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