[His question gives her pause; it reminds her of the cold, dark room where "Cloche," the 33rd Goddess Maiden was born. Even that memory, small and fragmented, sends a cold shiver down her spine.]
[She doesn't want to think about it. Not now, not ever.]
It is one that I have carried for as long as I can remember. Even so, I cannot imagine living without it.
One can only hope, then, that they can find comfort and happiness here--for they must sorely need it.
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[She doesn't want to think about it. Not now, not ever.]
It is one that I have carried for as long as I can remember. Even so, I cannot imagine living without it.
One can only hope, then, that they can find comfort and happiness here--for they must sorely need it.