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Luz leaned heavily on Eda's shoulder. Neither if them had said a word in quite some time, Eda at a loss of what to say and Luz exhausted from her panic attack.
"Maybe it's better this way" Luz finally said, voice hoarse from her panicked sobs.
"What?" Eda asked.
"I watched her, Eda," Luz whispered, "I watched both of them. She was so... Normal. She didn't mess things up or yell or talk about weird things. She sat still and listened and focused and didn't- she just... she was normal. She wasn't broken"
Luz sniffled as another tear fell down her face, "That's what my mom want, right? For me to stop being broken?" Her voice was shaking now as she choked out the words, "now she can be happy."
Eda tried to hide her scowl at the reminder of where Luz had been heading before she found her way into the demon realm.
"You're not broken, Luz. You're one of the most amazing people I've ever met and it would break my heart if you changed. Don't you remember what you said at the conformatorium? 'Nobody should be ashamed of who they are'."
Luz didn't respond, so Eda pressed on. "I don't know what possessed your mom to wanna send you away but- but I refuse to believe she could ever hate you for how special you are, Luz," she said, "whoever- whatever she's living with now is just a- a pale imitation. It can't hold a candle to you! And I'm sure your mom misses the person you were before she sent you away so much."
"She's so happy" Luz whispered, "she kept saying how proud she was of the fake me. That she could hold still and listen when people talk to her. Why would she want me?