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The first thing that Kiriona knew is that there was something wrong. The second thing she knew was that something was wrong with her. When she finally got the chance to look in the mirror, she unbuttoned her shirt and stared at the bone. She couldn’t tell if there was a still beating heart underneath, she couldn’t feel its pulse if there was one.
This wasn’t worth it, she decided as she rebuttoned the shirt her ‘father’ had given her. None of this was worth it if she couldn’t even save Harrow. What a useless piece of shit she was.