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The morning after Martel breathed with Colette’s mouth and blinked with Colette’s eyes and cried with Colette’s tears, you told yourself it was the result you’d wanted.
The morning after you woke, running, with her hand clutching yours and him shadowing alongside you, you told yourself it was the only chance you had.
The morning after she halfway smiled and thanked you, you told yourself forgiveness was optional.
The morning you woke with Kratos’s hair in your hands and Kratos’s touch on your skin and Lloyd’s name on your lips, you hated yourself more than you had ever hated Mithos.