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[Margaery]

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Genevieve seemed to contemplate his words for a brief moment, a paw tensed and ready on the door as if to slam it in his face if he said anything that displeased her. Why would she, of all people, wish to speak to him? None of these Ascendants wanted her around and she presumed that the Seraph was no different. Everyone around her kept begging for Margaery back and yet, nobody took any time to truly study Genevieve and realize that she was Margaery. They were one being. One soul. One complete entity who’s personality had simply become fractured and split over centuries of deceit and sadness and that same, terrible cycle repeating itself over and over again. While she could try to fork over the face that everyone so desperately desired, it wasn’t that easy. And frankly, even it was, she was far from keen on humoring those who had thought to wrong her.

Something shifted within Genevieve though, and for once, she found herself actually letting someone in. That threatening paw was removed from the door as she returned to her spot in the center of the room, expression devoid of emotion. [color=#b14767]”Those awful things you said to her,” She began, voice blunt and harsh, [color=#b14767]”You said them to us. Margaery deals with her problems for about a day before conveniently piling them on me. She subconsciously created me as a place to store all of her hurt and misdeeds. We’re the same though, nobody seems to listen to that. It’s funny, nobody expects her to be a monster. But, go on, sugar, I want to hear what you have to say.”

Nobody had ever apologized to her.

Admittedly, Gen was halfway looking forward to this.