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A shadow dancing in the corner.
“Az, I— I can't do this anymore. I've tried, we've tried for so, so long, but…”
A shadow, frozen, in the corner.
“If two hundred years can't solve our problems, then why am I to believe that they will be fixed in two hundred more?”
“Eris, you can't-”
A shadow vibrating in the corner.
“Yes, I can. You need to go, Az— Azriel. Your court needs you.”
“It's not my-”
“Then why do you never stay?”
A long glance. The Shadowsinger stepped back, then vanished.
Eris turned away.