"But you don't want to stop them, do you, little dove? You want to welcome them all in with open arms, and tune their thoughts into smooth little lines. You want them all to dream, and dream, and dream, and never wake."
She shakes her head, almost mournful, almost stern. "You can't carve everything forever in ice, mourning dove. And frozen things shatter." The Order isn't the Remembrace, but to freeze everything in perfection is what he's trying, despite.
"You'd rather she live, miserable, hating you, bound and chained, her light snuffed out? You'd rather she be a caged lark with no voice, never to sing again, never to see the sun, only the bars of the cage? The lark doesn't dream like you do, mourning dove, she dreams of open doors where you dream of shackles." Sparkle is more serious than she usually is, leaning forward as she looks up at his back. "Be careful what you wish for, mourning dove, when you're calling on greater powers, lest you awaken more than you bargained for."
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She shakes her head, almost mournful, almost stern. "You can't carve everything forever in ice, mourning dove. And frozen things shatter." The Order isn't the Remembrace, but to freeze everything in perfection is what he's trying, despite.
"You'd rather she live, miserable, hating you, bound and chained, her light snuffed out? You'd rather she be a caged lark with no voice, never to sing again, never to see the sun, only the bars of the cage? The lark doesn't dream like you do, mourning dove, she dreams of open doors where you dream of shackles." Sparkle is more serious than she usually is, leaning forward as she looks up at his back. "Be careful what you wish for, mourning dove, when you're calling on greater powers, lest you awaken more than you bargained for."