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	[i]This was nice. It was a brief respite in the world of war, but it was one that even she needed. Between the desperate and the demanding it was here that she felt she could be a simple woman of the holy order once more. The gardens she tended to… she wondered how they were. Even with Brother Mithal’s assurance she thought often of her children. How beautiful had they grown? How tall were they now? There was yet still the creeping thought that had began to etch its way into her mind. ‘Would she live to see them?’ If she could physically wave such a thought away she would. It would certainly save her the trouble of praying for strength. But she was thankful that she was unburdened with such thoughts on a regular basis. Still, it had only caused her to come to the conclusion that she had failed somewhere. It wasn’t beyond her and it certainly was expected but where she looked she could find no clear answer. Even as she gave her cheerful nods to Jean and a healthy smile she couldn’t really figure out what it was that bothered her so greatly in this moment.[/i]

	[i]Lubna provided a new character for her testament, one that she didn’t recall meeting with very often, though with how many faces she saw from day to day it didn’t surprise her that there were just those that escaped her. She spoke. She spoke and…[/i]

	[i]It was like a drop landed in the middle of a puddle before her. The ripples echoing words that were never meant to cause such stir. But why? She had simply been polite but with every passing moment she felt the ripples around her begin to grow. Tired eyes blinked and looked to heaven for an answer. But as she looked to God for a sign her eyes came crashing down to the bolt of the holy that showed her the way. Those ripples grew to waves as eyes widened in revelation. In the time she had taken to seek council the poorest among them had abandoned her.[/i]

	[i]Pain seemed to swell within as a dark reality touched upon her spirit. For all those she had touched and all those she had given comfort to there yet remained one among her flock that she had left to wander to the den of wolves. Even for all the rumors and all the words she had found every convenience that left her to abandon the very notion of a successful shepherd. Throat tightened tightly, the demon on her shoulder grasping tightly.[/i]

	[color=9e0b0f][u][i]“Look upon your failure and soak in the sight. It is the one you left to the wild. It is the one you failed. Now- instead of turning to your God- he turns to the world. Cold and alone and never to return. For all your victories, you will never save him.”[/i][/u][/color]

	[color=#50c878][u][i]“Leave me, demon!”[/i][/u][/color]

	[i]Her throat finally loosened, the gulp passing without more than the faintest of noises. But even with this release there was something that she could not shake. Hand came to heart as she reflected over Jean once more.[/i]

	[i]Where had she been all this time? She had made time for so many people and thrice over. She enjoyed the comfort of those who loved her presence and the joy that others had brought her without her say so. Even Franz, who had found the love of his life, still received her blessings and more than he had ever asked for, but in her distractions and her regularities she let slip someone who she thought was so essential to the team. As she took a step forward to approach him she felt a twinge in her chest, a sharp pain that left her to ponder a simple question.
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	[color=#50c878][u][i]“Has my heart cracked?”[/i][/u][/color]

	[i]Resolve took her once more. No more running away from this. It was time to start making things right. Feet moved her to stand beside Jean. Radiance emanated from the curls of her lips as eyes closed some to show sincerity to the both of them.[/i]

	[color=#50c878]“May I offer a blessing for the beloved?”[/color] [i]She began, pressing fingers together with gentle hands.[/i]

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