[She sniffles again before moving to bury her face against his chest, her tiny shoulders shivering.]
[Maybe if she were stronger, she could have done more. If she had her monster friends, or more allies. If Van and the other God-generals were here. Maybe then, at the very least, they could have given them a proper burial.]
[Instead, she left them there on the street. Where they were probably tossed into another truck and sent who knows where. To Vesta, maybe? Or someplace worse. She didn't know. And maybe a part of her didn't even want to know.]
[She wants to be angry. And maybe this time, she should be. But she doesn't even know who to be angry at. In the end, all she can do is cry.]
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[She sniffles again before moving to bury her face against his chest, her tiny shoulders shivering.]
[Maybe if she were stronger, she could have done more. If she had her monster friends, or more allies. If Van and the other God-generals were here. Maybe then, at the very least, they could have given them a proper burial.]
[Instead, she left them there on the street. Where they were probably tossed into another truck and sent who knows where. To Vesta, maybe? Or someplace worse. She didn't know. And maybe a part of her didn't even want to know.]
[She wants to be angry. And maybe this time, she should be. But she doesn't even know who to be angry at. In the end, all she can do is cry.]