I stood once again in the Crosspath, feeling disoriented and detached, staring at Life's door, wondering if I was ever going to make the last ten or so steps to it or not. How long had I stood here, hugging myself, fighting myself, knowing I had to go in and confront Isis but doubting doing so without the information Blossom was uncovering for me?
I should have killed her when I took Life from her, ended her existence the way she tried to trick me into ending Dad's. Been done with it, remorseless and instant as I had done to my sister, Ophelia. But I didn't. I'd left Isis alive, thinking her part in my existence over, her role to play now relegated to her throne and her Pantheon. How little I knew or understood about her motivations and manipulations outside my own personal experience.
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