“Lanistia?” I frown at her. “What’s wrong?” She bares her teeth at me. It’s not anger. It’s confusion. Desperation. “Complete the journey, warrior,” she says sorrowfully.
I ache at the thought, but there’s a hope in it too. A fresh start. No Hierarchy. No ceding. No lies. “Diago,” I eventually rasp, pointing to myself weakly. “Diago.”
yessssss be who u r for ur prideeeeeeee
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