[The words almost feel like salt into a wound. Not just the defeat of her kin, but everything she swore to protect.
Disturbing images cross her mind. Things that only in her worst nightmares wouldeverhappen. And more than grief for knowing it is those things that they would unleash on her homes after she's gone... she feels fury.
A desire to unleash the same fire against them. Against them. Against the cultists. Against all fanatics.
In the back of her mind, she feels disturbed when she finds these thoughts make the flames rise violently.]
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Disturbing images cross her mind. Things that only in her worst nightmares would ever happen. And more than grief for knowing it is those things that they would unleash on her homes after she's gone... she feels fury.
A desire to unleash the same fire against them. Against them. Against the cultists. Against all fanatics.
In the back of her mind, she feels disturbed when she finds these thoughts make the flames rise violently.]