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I can't digest what was done to Aefe. I try to process it but the contents leave a sour taste on my tongue, react with my blood, make my stomach churn. This cant be it, right? There is more to Aefe. Tell me Reshaye is not dead. & what Nura is planning to do with those fey? Turning them into another Reshaye, in a room of pain and white and white and white—
I need Tisaanah to know about Aefe, not just Reshaye but Aefe.

The similarities between Aefe & Tisaanah, but the sheer contrast between Tisaanah & Reshaye. I am sick.

"Pain. A flash of white, white, white. A fragment of golden hair. A glance of mossy green."

"I hate Ishqa so much that I sear my hate into my soul."

But the way she did indeed sear that hate into her soul. The way the only feeling she remembered was betrayal & the only thing she craved was vengeance.

I am ill.

I can't digest what was done to Aefe. I try to process it but the contents leave a sour taste on my tongue, react with my blood, make my stomach churn. This cant be it, right? There is more to Aefe. Tell me Reshaye is not dead. & what Nura is planning to do with those fey? Turning them into another Reshaye, in a room of pain and white and white and white—
I need Tisaanah to know about Aefe, not just Reshaye but Aefe.

The similarities between Aefe & Tisaanah, but the sheer contrast between Tisaanah & Reshaye.
I am sick.

"Pain. A flash of white, white, white. A fragment of golden hair. A glance of mossy green."

"I hate Ishqa so much that I sear my hate into my soul."

But the way she did indeed sear that hate into her soul. The way the only feeling she remembered was betrayed & the only thing she craved was vengeance.

I am ill.

The similarities between Aefe and Tisaanah, but the sheer contrast between Tisaanah and Reshaye. I am sick.

"Suddenly there was pain. A flash of white, white, white. A fragment of golden hair. A glance of mossy green."

"I hate Ishqa so much that I sear my hate into my soul."

But the way she did indeed sear that hate into her soul, the betrayal that cut too deep.

I am ill.

I am sick.

"𝘊𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘯" This name will haunt me. Oh god— I can't—
He was gone, just like that. How can I—𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦. It was like their story ended before it could even begin. Like he died before he could even 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.

"𝘊𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘯" This name will haunt me. Oh god— I can't—
He was gone, just like that. How can I—𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦. It was like their story ended before it could even begin. Like died before he could even 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.

His last words were—
"There is more than this," he murmured. "And I want you to live to see it, Aefe. Don't throw it away here. This is just a battle. Not the war."

This can't be happening.
I can't process this. Believe me, i tried.

H