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Orival's consciousness flickered while he was able to hear Ania speak her dreadful words. How he loathed her voice, her face. Almost grateful he wouldn't have to be near it any longer. Yet that gratitude was overshadowed by his grief for the young girl. The mute could only hope that this girl didn't turn out anything like the cretin of a woman before him.
His finger waved once more before he drifted to sleep. "Be brave." Is all it said. Choosing to ignore the dreadlords squawks and trying one more faint time to instill hope into this child who's fate was not of her choosing.
Then, he dreamed. He dreamed of warm nights with his mother and his times working in the restaurant with her. How he couldn't wait to return to the simplicity of it all.
His finger waved once more before he drifted to sleep. "Be brave." Is all it said. Choosing to ignore the dreadlords squawks and trying one more faint time to instill hope into this child who's fate was not of her choosing.
Then, he dreamed. He dreamed of warm nights with his mother and his times working in the restaurant with her. How he couldn't wait to return to the simplicity of it all.