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beingdifferent) wrote2014-03-18 02:40 pm
beingdifferent) wrote2014-03-18 02:40 pm
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Thirteenth little lie ♰ That was the phrase she used to describe to her son of the fun she had had
[Due to the death toll, the overwhelming effect it has had on her, Esther is reluctant to show her pale face. The pain is excruciating, occasionally sending her into spasms and crying fits, but she resolves to fight her way through it. She will not let pain defeat her, she never has. She will tolerate it.
The people badmouthing the port, or refusing to admit it even exists, however - that she cannot abide. The Risen Empire had been virtually perfect, and she cannot imagine a better world to live in; it's one place she's ever visited where she could have survived, been accepted, succeeded, and she can't help but take it personally. Even the death toll doesn't diminish her love for it. Her voice is cracked, still strained, but the conviction and thrill in it shines through.]
That was beautiful. It was worth every second.
[Private to Rorschach]
Are you well? [Because she most definitely is not. It's evident in the croak and strain her voice has taken on. Speaking the message hurts far more than she anticipated and she settles back in for a rest. Come to your inmate, Ror, if you can.]
[Private to the Emperor]
Thank you.
The people badmouthing the port, or refusing to admit it even exists, however - that she cannot abide. The Risen Empire had been virtually perfect, and she cannot imagine a better world to live in; it's one place she's ever visited where she could have survived, been accepted, succeeded, and she can't help but take it personally. Even the death toll doesn't diminish her love for it. Her voice is cracked, still strained, but the conviction and thrill in it shines through.]
That was beautiful. It was worth every second.
[Private to Rorschach]
Are you well? [Because she most definitely is not. It's evident in the croak and strain her voice has taken on. Speaking the message hurts far more than she anticipated and she settles back in for a rest. Come to your inmate, Ror, if you can.]
[Private to the Emperor]
Thank you.