"Do you have any regret for the things you've done?" - anna c:
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Decades had long lost track of the number of brave souls willing to face the frigid arctic air in search of what lies within. Constantly seeking fissures in glaciers, that if followed might lead to a cave full of discoveries.... Renown fame and claim to what they may find inside to match their idealistic dreams.
How.... pathetic.
Decades later there were still no cracks in the apathy. Sleek and refined surface still not giving more than what the brunette ever deserved. β There was no sign of offense. Surprise. Not even pity to enjoy. Merely an ice sculptures undead stare, lit up and tainted softer with but a brief remnant of life as she shifted from her pedestal and for a moment... actually seemed to consider the question.
β.....I do.β
But perhaps it was just light reflecting off a blade. βI regret not borrowing more of your Manolo's when I had the chance.β
The white ones still in her possession were a tad... stained.
