She was... [ his lips part and close, as if he might be gasping for air and in a way he is. it's too easy to drown in grief, the echos of the arai haunting him, reminding him of what he's lost as the laughter of misery herself rings in his ears. you're perfect, the goddess had told him. and it had all started the night he'd lost his only family.

sure, he has hazel now, but hazel is a world away and one room over is the boy who was there that day he felt the ringing in his ears, his birthright coming to call with the death of bianca. ]

She was brave and kind. Stubborn as well. She always took care of me. Even after she joined the Hunters, she thought about me. [ he glances up towards his desk where sits a small figurine of his father; the only figure he'd kept when he'd burned all the rest of his mythomagic items in his styx-side fire. ] And she was beautiful.