Never once had I questioned my vows to the Arachessen. Not until now. And immediately, I hated myself for it. I thrust that shameful thought away, far into the back of my mind, and slammed the door. “I know, Sightmother. I only…” Her thumb moved back and forth, back and forth, across my hand. “You have had a more difficult thread to walk than your Sisters,” she murmured, voice soft. “You have a burden to bear for the rest of your life. I understand that. The Weaver understands that.” And yet, her words made me feel so deeply ashamed.
I feel like one of atrius' soldiers is watching this unfold btw
