grateful
psychicnagger. She loves. That fact is no longer in question.
A mother, lost through redemption.
Father in name only, no face to guide the dark trail.
Velorek she traded out of fear, and pride.
John.
The memory of his vacant eyes too fresh in her mind.
She called John a plague, his emotions creeping inside, twisting all that she thought she knew. Refuses to allow herself the liberty of thinking of the one left behind, now so far in the past.
She loved them all - to death.
