[ His quiet words make her shake on the inside. There's so much she wants to forget, and she had told him that she couldn't. That there weren't enough drugs in the world to make her forget-- And that parts still true. All she can do is make it hurt a little less, strangle her a little less. She winces as she feels tears prickling in her eyes. A fuckin' sweet gift from getting too deep into Noctis. Fucking emotional princess son of a bitch-- ]
That's what they think, yup.
[ It's not what she thinks. There's no forgetting, and Lavellan was just another corpse added to a pile of corpses she dreamed about any night Noctis didn't help put her down, or that she didn't drink herself into the dark. ]
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That's what they think, yup.
[ It's not what she thinks. There's no forgetting, and Lavellan was just another corpse added to a pile of corpses she dreamed about any night Noctis didn't help put her down, or that she didn't drink herself into the dark. ]