βͺ this one is rich, coming from her ββ she barely thinks of herself as a person, more as a tool, is so removed from her own heart that she couldn't see its desires if everything in her life is pelting them at her. she can insist on a saviour who is faulty, who does not make half the miracles that were promised, who can only so many of the rituals required, and she still insists it's him.
and at no point does she stop to ponder if perhaps this insistence comes from elsewhere, somewhere other than her god or his enemy. β«
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βͺ this one is rich, coming from her ββ she barely thinks of herself as a person, more as a tool, is so removed from her own heart that she couldn't see its desires if everything in her life is pelting them at her. she can insist on a saviour who is faulty, who does not make half the miracles that were promised, who can only so many of the rituals required, and she still insists it's him.
and at no point does she stop to ponder if perhaps this insistence comes from elsewhere, somewhere other than her god or his enemy. β«