All this to say, I am adrift. I am bereft, but I think my purpose is growing clearer than it ever has been. My duty, my desire—they have become one entity. They are both unquestionably tied to you. The absence of you has shown me that, if you will let me, I will happily carve myself open again and pour you back inside me. I cannot see how yet. I don’t know the way. But if you will have me again at the end of all this—even if you won’t—I am yours. For now, I must do terrible, punishing things to keep my people and you safe. Come back to me and absolve me of them. Yours unendingly, Theo
It’s giving Cruel Prince and I’m feral
