[@Plank Sinatra][@Write][@Silvan Haven][@HereComesTheSnow]
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"[color=66cd00]Martyring yourself for our 'sacrifices'?[/color]"

Remarkably selfless of her. Remarkably foolish too.

There was no benefit whatsoever to the path Nuit had chosen to embark on. She was only intensifying her own pain by forcing it all under a shitty little façade, and eventually one day that mask would shatter into a million little pieces. It would be made clear that she wasn't fine. Hadn't been fine.

And if she kept on pathetically trying to keep it intact, she never would be.

"[color=66cd00]Don't feed me that bullshit.[/color]"

Gratia's gaze didn't waver from Nuit's face.

"[color=66cd00]Just because your wings are back doesn't mean your shit smells like roses,[/color]" she said flatly. "[color=66cd00]You're not fine. You're a fucking mess, and don't even think of pretending otherwise. That isn't helping anyone.[/color]"

It wouldn't fool them either.

"[color=66cd00]You don't fucking owe shit. 'Fail them'? Don't make me laugh.[/color]"

They didn't need to see Bianca's fake happiness. Those reassured by such a gesture would have never cared in the first place.

What they really wanted to do was help.

"[color=66cd00]Do you think you'll really fix your problems if you keep running away?[/color]"