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A part of her tugs away; she knows of it as Amaris' soul that intertwines with hers, but she does not let it go. She wouldn't ever let it go. She remembers the only way to lead him through the dark is to become the light herself. And she will, even if she can feel the pit of doubt, sometimes it is infectious... Or maybe that is just a side-effect of the rotten meat she'd eaten.

'Maybe... Maybe... Maybe...' Each time he speaks, the word begins the sentences, trying to make some sense of it all, because right now, it is all one jumbled puzzle that not only they are trying to figure out but the rest of Mythris... Losing parts of themselves along the way.

The dark tunnel lies ahead, shadows dancing in the distance, hovering over her twin's shoulders and aiming to press further down on him. Aelia furthered herself by hopping a few steps forward, then stopping right in front of him, her head aiming to butt with his. Amaris, She says, trying to pull him back to her, and not let him fall further into the uncertainty of his mind... Maybe you are right. Maybe you have been tired, exhausted, and away from home for too long... But we are going back. Together. Let reality hit him, let the Five show him that not all is lost. No matter how far they venture, they are always watched over.

Can I ask something of you? She lets her head pull back now, so she can gaze at him in those golden eyes that reflect what light evades him, but whisks in her fur.