[Ah. Don Quixote looks up, grief for what she had done stricken across her face. Had she known the pain would be not limited to her, had she been more aware
if if if if
Ah, but that was what this journey was for, was it not? Time to add another regret to a teetering pile that threatened to consume her whole]
Ah, good professor. [ She tests her shoes. Good. She exhales shakily. But her eyes are no longer red, just the golden brown unique to even the City. Human once more]
no subject
if if if if
Ah, but that was what this journey was for, was it not? Time to add another regret to a teetering pile that threatened to consume her whole]
Ah, good professor. [ She tests her shoes. Good. She exhales shakily. But her eyes are no longer red, just the golden brown unique to even the City. Human once more]
There are many apologies I must make.