IT'LL NEVER END | meltdown.

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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | sawbone —

Stars did it hurt.  Slowly readjusting to life outside of the Pitt's cells, only to find so many gone in her absence.  Captures, and worse, death.  W̨hat c͞oùl͡d҉ ͘you̵ ͟h͜av̧e͠ done?  The petite vixen knew better than sink in the pain but stars… If she had been there... If she had caught notice of Arrow's sickness... She could have tried.

She didn't even get to try.  For that Kiira sank deep in that dark ocean, ears flattened against her skull.  Unmatched hues flashed wildly, surprised at sharp tones and voices as she passed by.  Snowy paws halted in her tracks.  Unwillingly she felt her eyes burn.  Her vision blur.

"… Shut up."  Wormwood.  Red.  She dug her claws into the grass, ripping and tearing.  "Y-you don' understand." Her voice is a broken whisper, torn from her lungs.  Burning eyes.  Something wet on her cheeks.  "… T-to not have... A-a chance to try."  They didn't know where Delilah had been, or why.  If something had happened... Well.  Then Delilah stood in the same boat she did, didn't she?  No chance to try.

"… T-to not be able..." She's choking on air.  Tears?  Wh͝at͘ ̨d̡oés̕ it ͞matte̡r͝?  "T-to say bye." I n̢ev҉eŗ ͢ge̸t ͢t͠o ̕s̀ay ͘g͝o͟odbyę.

For a moment she has to breathe.  Did she forget to?  Her legs tremble beneath her.  Weak.  Always weak.  If I hadn't let him take me...  "…"

"… Sh-she wouldn't want us to a-argue... An' place blame." B͝u̷t she̸'s go͡ņe̷. ́Th̵ey̢ ͠al͠l̵ gò àw҉ay.  "… I-it's no one's fault."  Yet her chest feels hallow.  Empty inside, because maybe... Maybe if she'd been there...

— T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E —