Much of what Harrow's said is contextualized in a singular memory: the consuming of souls, the hurt in everything that Gluttony said, and why it shook her so. In a distant, unclear way it even touches on her reaction to the figure from their adventure, malformed and grotesque as they were. Perhaps it was best she wasn't conscious long to see Gideon that way.
But mostly, she understands the sort of love that braces Harrow. Perhaps Vira would handle herself differently in this situation—not for the better—but at the crux of it, she feels her chest squeeze in sympathy, as though her heart could clench like a fist.
It's sharing the wealth of Harrow's emotions that have her crying a bit at the end of it all, tears spilling freely as she sits, suddenly unsteady as her voice is. ]
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Much of what Harrow's said is contextualized in a singular memory: the consuming of souls, the hurt in everything that Gluttony said, and why it shook her so. In a distant, unclear way it even touches on her reaction to the figure from their adventure, malformed and grotesque as they were. Perhaps it was best she wasn't conscious long to see Gideon that way.
But mostly, she understands the sort of love that braces Harrow. Perhaps Vira would handle herself differently in this situation—not for the better—but at the crux of it, she feels her chest squeeze in sympathy, as though her heart could clench like a fist.
It's sharing the wealth of Harrow's emotions that have her crying a bit at the end of it all, tears spilling freely as she sits, suddenly unsteady as her voice is. ]
...What a cruel thing. [ The cruellest. ]