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Sindri was speaking, telling her it was okay. What a boldfaced fucking lie. If it was okay, she wouldn't be here. If it was okay, she'd be able to remember. If it was okay, then she wouldn't have—

Favorite sister. Bragi actually laughed, a derisive little chuckle, and was finally able to suck in her first full breath.

I'm not, she wheezed, shaking her head, her mouth twisted in that same mirthless smile. I'm not your sister. I don't belong here.

Her paw moved from her nose to her chest, clenched around the plush fur there. She could feel the hollowness in her gut and the prickling in her limbs that usually preceded a fit. Bragi didn't care.

I'm from a house, in a city, in some bumfuck state in the middle of nowhere, she murmured, her eyes wide and wild. I have a mom and a dad. They want me to be something I'm not.

Her stomach twisted violently, choking off her words. Bragi just clenched her teeth, sucked in another deep, desperate breath.

I have... someone waiting for me. She was there when I died. She watched the whole thing. Her eyes glazed over, remembering the screams, the pressure, the pain. She watched a single drop of blood hit the ground at her feet.

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