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Perhaps it's just her fate to always keep things from Neuvillette. At least now it's not that she can't tell him so much as she doesn't know how.
How does she say, Focalors took something from me, when she died.
How does she say When Focalors died I think I died, too, and less of me came back than there should be.
Would he think less of her for it? He's already seen her go from divine to human in one instant, cast down from a throne that never really belonged to her. Surely he wouldn't mind a little less than less. Her Iudex, content and undemanding.
Hers. Hers. Can she truly have this, Neuvillette lying next to her, breathing quiet and even, holding her as if she is something precious—the way he looked at her, like he's afraid she'll disappear if he looks away.
... so Furina can forget, for a while, that she is missing something, when Neuvillette is around. All she has to do is close her eyes and breathe and be alone with what is hers.