#elorastormwell

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❛ Is everything okay? ❜

° •  QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

                Mark liked to think so. The Institute was sort of in one piece. Though, it were no longer pretty. It looked like the kitchen had imploded on itself and the kids were a disorderly mess, but needless to say, still accounted for (or so all but one). ‘ I don’t know what I’m doing, ‘ Mark admitted, helplessly. He’d never felt more human than in that moment. And behind her smile, Mark could see that Elora fancied to laugh at his misfortune. Of course. Her intentions were of the utmost pure hearted but, she like the rest, saw him as a hoot. He stuck out like a sore thumb. There really was no getting around that. ‘ And I can’t find the little one. ‘

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❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜

° •  QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

              ‘ Yes, ‘ He sighed, with an almost human measure of exhaustion. The pieces of their past he could admit, he still struggled with. Some things he remembered, others he did not. Not remembering caused him to lash out unintentionally. His siblings, even she, saw him as this feral, fragile thing. And needless to say, he wasn’t particularly fond of it. No one cared or viewed him as this breakable being in the Hunt. So, it was a foreign concept here. ‘ I wanted to apologize for my less than desirable behavior as of late. It was misplaced, I assure you. ‘