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‘ it’s not enough, aloy. it’s not enough. ’
he sounds like he’s asking her for something, his voice all sorts of desperate and torn. balfour doesn’t know what she can do to make this better, to give howe the punishment he deserves, but she’s the only one he trusts to manage it.
his knife finally tumbles from his bloodied fingers, and it’s all he can do to kneel there looking defeated. he’d imagined this for so long, so many times, but it’s nothing like he’d dreamed up to keep himself warm. nothing is magically fixed. nothing is better. he just hurts.













