“Who is the strongest, if not a weeping mother?”
--Dane
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-Lady Meribeth-
“Mother, when I grow up, let’s wear matching wedding gowns!”
Tears continuously streamed down the cheeks of the poor lady who struggles to complete the process of gathering energy—failing twice after retrying, she has already damaged her body far worse than before. Every time she manages to eventually reach the peak of her collection, her body will fail to accommodate the remaining bits, causing her to experience the backlash over and over again.
My child. Now on her fourth attempt, the sole purpose for her to repeat the same overwhelming process is her family. Darling. Her breathing is unstable, yet with her unwavering determination, she has more than enough power reserve to challenge the energy around he
