[ Lucrezia chuckles, swiping her thumb over his lips only briefly before she pulls back. ]
Wounds heal. In time.
[ Or they must, at least. Some things will always be lost in the striving but as long as her family, her loved ones, achieve what they mean to then perhaps it would be just worth it. ]
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Wounds heal. In time.
[ Or they must, at least. Some things will always be lost in the striving but as long as her family, her loved ones, achieve what they mean to then perhaps it would be just worth it. ]
Would you like to tell me about him?