In her mind, Enbarr splits open like a pomegranate, freshly plucked. She sees its dense cluster of seeds 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 in their arils, slick with their own juice like roe or larval frogs. Helene sits across from its emperor, a woman equally 𝗿𝗲𝗱 and 𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗲. “ 𝐈, 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. ” She confesses, plainly. Her eyes shine. “ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭. ” She leans forward.
“ 𝐈𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭-𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝? 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐄𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐠.”
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