[ how cruel. it isn't a pretense if it something you want to be; this isn't a pretense either, the way he holds her hand and is always so conscious of his strength around her. malkuth presses her lips together (thinking of ishmael, of how they can't see eye to eye on the library either) and shakes her head. it's not a pretense.
still, she can't wholly disregard the purple tear either. not when a dozen broken eggs for a single cause was, and remains, the expected consequence. should it be? no. is she selfish for ruining so many lives for the sake of herself? of course.
but malkuth can't judge her any. she doesn't have the right to. ]
Why? I'm not going to say you should, especially with what she did, what she said, but... why can't you?
[ simple curiosity, from an endlessly inquisitive woman. ]
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still, she can't wholly disregard the purple tear either. not when a dozen broken eggs for a single cause was, and remains, the expected consequence. should it be? no. is she selfish for ruining so many lives for the sake of herself? of course.
but malkuth can't judge her any. she doesn't have the right to. ]
Why? I'm not going to say you should, especially with what she did, what she said, but... why can't you?
[ simple curiosity, from an endlessly inquisitive woman. ]