Incredibly hard, (she says hoarsely as she pulls back too, slowly wiping underneath her eyes with her fingertips,) you have no idea.
(It's very difficult, being over one hundred years old but looking barely half of that. Lucretia is starting to keenly feel every single one of those years- she wonders if Taako ever feels the same sort of dissonance with his body as she does with hers.
Anyway, as lucky as the twenty years break was, Wonderland is just another item in the laundry list of things that have stuck around to permanently haunt her, so hopefully Taako will forgive her for wanting to know:)
Are they dead?
(She wants very much to ask what they all had to give up, but feels that might be pushing the strange, unhappy compromise they seem to have found.)
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(It's very difficult, being over one hundred years old but looking barely half of that. Lucretia is starting to keenly feel every single one of those years- she wonders if Taako ever feels the same sort of dissonance with his body as she does with hers.
Anyway, as lucky as the twenty years break was, Wonderland is just another item in the laundry list of things that have stuck around to permanently haunt her, so hopefully Taako will forgive her for wanting to know:)
Are they dead?
(She wants very much to ask what they all had to give up, but feels that might be pushing the strange, unhappy compromise they seem to have found.)