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How long ago was it when I considered Malkuth as a mere piece to a plan? It used to feel jarring to hear new lines in her voice, seeing the once overlooked humanity in each and every little gesture and habit, comprehending that lingering warmth in my heart when she jumped off the stage and looked straight at me.
After that day, the fact that 'Malkuth was more than a part of the script' became a little easier to understand. I heard the meaning in her words. I noticed the concern laced in the questions she asked me and felt that infectious optimism in her tone spread a smile on my face whenever we conversed.
I came to enjoy seeing Malkuth wide-eyed with excitement whenever I visited the floor of history, or that big dorky smile. she just seemed to always have on her face (I never understood why, but seeing that smile always made me feel tight in the chest and fidgety. Roland wouldn’t tell me why when I asked…perhaps I’ll find the answer within the books).
"Malkuth cares about me"
Those four words became the spell that made me feel just a little closer to human.