(It's this, of all things, that finally provokes a proper reaction from her. Lucretia's expression turns ugly, knuckles tight and pale against her staff as she clutches it harder.)
No, I haven't. (But there's no conviction behind her words. She laughs. It's a hollow, hopeless sound.)
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No, I haven't. (But there's no conviction behind her words. She laughs. It's a hollow, hopeless sound.)
I'm- this is the only way to save it.