[ Shuyi has many of her own vices, chief among them the streak of blinded foolishness that has landed her here, but pride is not one of them. If she ever once walked with her back held as straight as Lakshmi's, it would only be due to decorum. Misery is the most comforting of companions, hovering close to the ground, never one to ask for more.
But she does move, slinging her packed bag over her slouched shoulder and walking toward the queen to grab her arm. ]
They matter, these ties of affection, even if we cannot afford to hold them.
[ It is alright, she means to say, to admit that we have lost something precious. That the loss is devastating. That we would never be the same.
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But she does move, slinging her packed bag over her slouched shoulder and walking toward the queen to grab her arm. ]
They matter, these ties of affection, even if we cannot afford to hold them.
[ It is alright, she means to say, to admit that we have lost something precious. That the loss is devastating. That we would never be the same.
Then she lets go. ] Which way, then?