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The aftermath of a war. Men rebuild what other men have destroyed.
the heavier her heart, the emptier her head.
Deep down, they had both never stopped wanting to protect each other, without being able to talk to each other.
The men from before the Rupture created veritable masterpieces, but they also committed atrocities. Atrocities that they perpetuated by means of weapons and of books. Putting those things, even if they are several centuries old, under the noses of the young could sow the seeds of war in impressionable minds. Our dearest mothers are right to decide only to validate the heritage that all must follow as an example!
The past wasn’t always beautiful to look at, but the errors of the people who had preceded her on Earth had also become her own. If Ophelia had learned one thing in life, it was that errors were indispensible for personal development.
It’s your heart that he really needs, not your hands.”
“I think caskets make an ideal present,” he hears himself reply, after a moment of silence. “If there was something inside them, how likely is it to be exactly what you were hoping to find there? You would inevitably be disappointed. I give you the container, you put in the contents you want.”
He is scared of becoming what God expects of him, and he is also scared of never becoming it.
Why did everyone double-lock themselves into their own secrets? Wouldn’t it be so much easier for them, in the end, to trust one another?
Somewhere in this establishment, on one of the floors, in a closed room, behind a tattoo in the form of a cross, was his mother. A woman who had rejected him like a bad experience, and to whom he remained attached all the same.
At that second, she finally knew with absolute certainty where her place was. It wasn’t in the Pole, it wasn’t on Anima. It was precisely where she was now. At Thorn’s side.
