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She hasn't thought about her mother's death in a long time. She hasn't been in the Highest Light in an even longer one.
So it was bound to happen that being here would bring those memories to the forefront of Lark's mind.
But what kind of fatal weakness made her decide she should talk about it? Out loud?
To that sad wrong-headed fucked up kid Phineas? Shards, the only person worse to have told that story to would have been Tzila.
And as she's thinking this, out of the corner of her eye Lark sees a kid who, if she didn't know better, she might have thought was Tzila, though it couldn't be. She left Tzila safe back on Midst.
Well. Safe as anyone might be in this universe, in Breach. Though, given what's been happening here and if her guess is right about Sherman, maybe if Tzila were here she would be perfectly safe, Valorous and everything.
Lark isn't sure why it's that, and not any of the memories of her murdered mother, that make her eyes start to sting so much she has to press against them with the heel of her hand.