[ There's something about his words that feels like ice has just been plunged straight into her stomach, chilling her to the bones. I can never save any of them, he says, and Ange thinks about turning back time, about making contracts with witches, about reaching her hand out to her family, but she can never, never--
She sucks in a breath.
This isn't the time. Not in the middle of someone else's dream. The girl does her best to push down any and all vulnerability, even though her eyes are a little wider than a moment ago, her breath having hitched for a moment. ]
What do you mean? [ There's even something a little more pressing to her words now, like she absolutely has to find out. Like it's even more important to her now. ] Why are you supposed to save anyone here?
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She sucks in a breath.
This isn't the time. Not in the middle of someone else's dream. The girl does her best to push down any and all vulnerability, even though her eyes are a little wider than a moment ago, her breath having hitched for a moment. ]
What do you mean? [ There's even something a little more pressing to her words now, like she absolutely has to find out. Like it's even more important to her now. ] Why are you supposed to save anyone here?