[ It's said simply. When the choice is fight or die, Kettara will always choose to fight. In that way, she understands why her mother and all the others took the blood when it was offered. They felt they had no other choice. Perhaps it was true at the time, but it doesn't matter now, when she knows how it ended.
She's still here, though. Dead and yet - not, somehow. Kettara flexes her hands, watching the strange fire. It feels like home to her, careful and warm in her hands. But it throws no light and there is no response when she reaches out to it with her mind. Perhaps this is how death is meant to be. ]
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[ It's said simply. When the choice is fight or die, Kettara will always choose to fight. In that way, she understands why her mother and all the others took the blood when it was offered. They felt they had no other choice. Perhaps it was true at the time, but it doesn't matter now, when she knows how it ended.
She's still here, though. Dead and yet - not, somehow. Kettara flexes her hands, watching the strange fire. It feels like home to her, careful and warm in her hands. But it throws no light and there is no response when she reaches out to it with her mind. Perhaps this is how death is meant to be. ]
Is that how you died?