closed starter for @ptolemasroar
The last time she had spoken to Nemea, the woman had been vengeful. Ptolema had wanted to know exactly who killed Scylla so she could seek out the revenge she thought was right. Selene would never have done such a thing though. Death was not something she wanted within the world. She knew it was inevitable, but she wouldn’t be a part of the kind that was intentional. She couldn’t be. There was a monster inside of her that liked to tell her otherwise, but she would not ever let herself become that. It would be against everything she had ever worked for. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t support her sister through everything though. Her dear sister’s anger was something she never thought she would understand, but she knew what it felt like. It was all-consuming and hard to step away from no matter how much she would try to at times. If she accepted the monster within her, she knew she would grasp that more than anyone.
Her sister needed her though. Nemea needed her. With her anger, Scylla knew she would need to be there for her sister more than ever. She had no idea how the other was coping now, but she hoped it was well. Seeing the woman from a short distance, she stopped and hoped her presence was enough to make the other look up. And, if it wasn’t... “Nemea.”