Vilest Things

Though you may think otherwise,” she mumbles, “you are my anchor in this world. I’m sorry I tossed you adrift. I thought I was burying us instead.

You were supposed to be the one who loved me most,' he thinks. 'How will you mourn me?

All her memories have a fragile nature to them. She needed it to be that way to fool herself and everyone else in the palace.

He's willing to embrace his hubris in the belief that he will be different, that the intent alone is enough to alter his course from every other mortal that has dared ask for too much.

It's easier to speak to her like this, when she's turned away from him. She becomes a shadow of a woman, made up of hungry wisps and the smell of smoke, something impossible to grasp and therefore something he was only meant to lose.

The man on the throne may be doing everything in his power to squeeze her out of sight, but Calla's been wearing a weapon in the shape of a face far longer than he has. Anton Makusa doesn't even know what he can do yet. He can't play this game like she can.

Though you may think otherwise, you are my anchor in this world

Eventually, one forgets whether leaving is even an option when leaving means starting over.

A fish in poisoned water won’t be thankful to await a feeding every hour. It will want a new tank where it can swim uninhibited to find its own food.

Humanity may be granted blessings, but it should never think it, too, can play god.