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Amara scoffed slightly at her sister’s question, shaking her head. “Do I seem alright?” she asked, turning toward her. “Those people, that cult, turned me into something i never in a thousand years want to be. And against my will. They tortured my son. The love of my life more than likely won’t want to be around me because of what they did to me. Do I seem alright?”
Freyja felt rather sick as she listened to Amara’s response. Of course it had been a stupid question but Freyja didn’t know what else to say. She felt horrible; beyond, even. “I’m sorry..” Was all she could find in her to say. Freyja felt to blame. She should have let her sister go when she had the chance. She shouldn’t have been such a coward but that’s what she was.


















