Chapter Text
Life goes on.
No matter how trapped she is.
No matter that she knows she's only a copy.
She's still real.
She's still human.
She is, and so is everyone else.
Gangle and Caine keep creating unique stories and adventures.
Zooble always finds a way to come up with new cocktails.
Ragatha does her best to enjoy every single day.
And Kinger remains as resilient as ever.
Pomni sees them as a home, the home she needed the moment she arrived at the circus.
But she couldn't stop regretting that she hadn't done more for Jax.
He wasn't the villain he pretended to be. Nor was he the fetus in an egg she once thought he was.
Jax needed help, and by the time he finally dared to ask for it, it was already too late.
Pomni couldn't blame herself or the others. It was all the result of mistake after mistake that he had made, every prank, every taunt, every insult. He had brought it upon himself; there was no denying that.
But that didn't make it hurt any less.
There wasn't a single day when Pomni didn't wish she could have helped him sooner.
And seeing him every day, drifting through the darkness, never knowing for certain whether he still remembered her or not, was heartbreaking.
He was so far away, yet so close at the same time.