Renn huffed loudly as she hurried to keep up. Her footsteps sounded haphazard, as if she was utterly exhausted.

Typically she shouldn’t be. She should be tired, since we’d not gotten any good rest on our way here, but we’d not been very strained during our trip here. She should not be acting as if she was on the last reserves of her energy. She was practically stumbling just to keep pace with me. Plus I’d been walking slowly. Calmly. As calmly as I could, at least.

I didn’t want to destroy the Cathedral as I walked to the Chronicler’s office. No matter how furious I was, I knew there were not just dozens of members here, many who were innocent, there were also hundred if not thousands of innocent humans too. Who had no idea about our drama.

They did not need to suffer just because my people were foolish.

And foolish they were.

All of them.

“Vim…!” Renn gasped my name as we rounded a corner. She nearly slipped and fell in the process, so I slowed to make sure she was okay.

She righted herself, gasping for breath… and I wondered just how much stress I’d placed on the poor woman. She was covered in a glistening layer of sweat, and she was walking as if under great strain. As if the bag on her back was a thousand times heavier than it actually was.

Renn had been fine until Randle had showed up. Until she had placed herself between me and him.

A foolish act. But one that made me want to kiss her all the same.

The only reason I hadn’t was because I knew in this moment now, I was not safe. Not to anyone.

She had been willing to risk my wrath to stop me from killing Randle. Even if he had been at fault entirely. Even if it was what I should have done.

So few today, if any, were capable of that anymore. Those proud, brave, souls were gone. Lost to time. The few who could possibly claim to have even a fraction of her bravery could be counted on one hand. She’s met most of them.

“Deep breaths, Renn,” I whispered as I reached out to take her arm as she stepped up to me. I made sure to be extra careful as I gripped her arm, to steady her.

She nodded, doing so. “I’m… suddenly very tired…” she said as she stared down at our feet. As if she was too exhausted to even lift her head to look at me. Although her hand was at an angle that would have allowed her to grip my arm in return, it didn’t. Her hand listlessly hung open above my forearm, half clasped and trembling.

It had terrified her this much. Those moments in Oplar’s Mailroom had been so stressful she looked as weak and weary as she had when sick in that inn, back south.

Yet she had endured it. She had not wavered. She had stood her ground against me. Even as her eyes had filled with tears they had not left my own.

Squeezing her arm a little, I relished in the feeling of her sweat and warmth. Even beneath her thick sleeves and coat I could feel it all.

“Hm…” I nodded, and wished I had it in me to ask her to sit down. To rest. To let me do this, and for her to just… sit back and relax.

But I knew she’d not allow such a thing. There was no point in asking, or even ordering her to do so.

It seemed my wife had decided to do what no one else has ever done before.

“Being my shackle is hard, huh?” I asked.

Renn’s arm tightened in my grip as she actually pulled downward with it, as to force her whole body to shift so she could raise her head enough to smile at me.

“You’re worth it,” she said with a strained voice.

Was I…?

At least she thought so.

“You’re doing great, Renn. Luckily for you I’m now rather calm. I might even only break a single brick this time,” I said with a small smile.

Renn smiled back at me, and it looked utterly lovely as she half giggled and half choked. “Stand tall, Vim,” she said between her laughs and gasps.

I nodded. “I’ll try to stand as tall as you Renn, but that will be hard,” I said.

Her hat shifted, and I had to reach up to grab it. Her ears had fluttered so strongly it had been about to slide off. I didn’t blame her, or fault her. She was a mess, and it was my fault not hers.

“Come on. Let’s get this over with,” I said.

“Mhm…” Renn nodded, her eyes looking a little strange as I turned and stepped forward. I didn’t release her arm, and Renn finally grabbed my arm in return thanks to it.

I supported her the rest of the way, which felt a little odd. It was hard to tell how much of her reliance upon me, her weight as she leaned into me, was from actual need and not want. But something told me it was quite a bit of it.

So Renn grew like this under severe stress. This was… interesting, to learn.

Though it might just be an accumulation of it all. Our trip here had not been too eventful, physically at least, but it been stressful for her. On many occasions.

Hell, it had been stressful for me in certain ways too.

Reaching the Chronicler’s office, I was glad to hear the sound of a pen scratching paper coming from within.

“Deep breaths, Renn,” I said softly.

“Be gentle with me, Vim,” she begged softly in return.

My shoulder ached as I rolled it a little too strongly. “Say that under different circumstances, not here,” I said stiffly as I opened the door.

With a foot.

Renn yelped, just as the little monarch did. The door banged open, snapping off its top hinge as it ran into the shelf that stood next to the door. Several books and items clattered off the shelf from the impact, making the monarch make a chorus of noises as it hopped off the desk and darted around a bit on the floor only to disappear under another shelf, running away.

“Such bloodlust! It’s been many a years since I’ve last seen it… and, to no surprise; it’s as strong and as pure as ever, isn’t it?” The Chronicler said as she calmly reached over to put her pen away. She deposited it into the inkwell as I strode into the room.

A little annoyed the fake saint was acting far calmer than my own wife at the moment; I glared down at the old woman who pretended to be blind. “You types always claim such a thing. Yet I’ve never once actually shown you true bloodlust, so it annoys me to hear it,” I said.

The Chronicler frowned at me as I released Renn’s arm. She didn’t release me though, and in fact had doubled her efforts. She now held my arm with both of hers, rather tightly. If not for the way she did it, I’d have thought she needed it to stay upright considering how desperately she clung to me.

She was trying to do the same with this fake saint as she had with Randle. But unlike him, she wasn’t able to put herself between us. The large desk stopped that.

If Renn could even trust her own legs to support her anymore, that was.

“You’re saying this is not real bloodlust?” the fake saint asked.

“You’re still breathing, aren’t you?” I asked back.

The old crone slowly smiled as she sat back a little, as if to relax. “So I am,” she admitted.

About to say something, someone ran into the room. Renn jumped at the quick footsteps, tugging on my arm since she had almost fallen over as a nun ran past me and around the desk.

Mapple didn’t actually try and put herself between me and the Chronicler, but she did glare at me with a look of utter shock and worry.

“Vim is upset with me,” the Chronicler said lightly.

“You think?” Renn wheezed.

“Um…!” Mapple panicked, looking from me to her elder, and then she looked at Renn with a look of utter despair. Her eyes were obviously pleading, as she made a terrible whine of a noise.

Renn quickly shook her head, having noticed Mapple’s look, and I wondered if maybe these two had spoken more than I had thought. Hopefully they weren’t friends.

Mapple would die to protect the Chronicler. Even from me. Even though she knew how pointless it would be to stand against me, she’d still try. So hopefully if it came to that Renn would find it in her to forgive me.

“Hm. Oh my… it is good to see you Rennalee. Excitingly so. Congratulations, by the way,” the Chronicler then said, speaking as if all was well.

I reached out and tapped the desk with a toe. It jolted and skidded along rug and stone as if a grown man had just slammed into it with his full weight and force.

The Chronicler didn’t even flinch, even as the desk bumped into her a little. Mapple on the other hand fell backward, grabbing desperately onto the Chronicler’s chair for support… almost mimicking Renn in the method she did so.

“I’m not in the mood for games,” I warned the woman.

“It seems not. A pity. So? What has angered you to this degree then?” she asked with a sigh.

I narrowed my eyes and did my best to not just step forward and grab her. The desk was wide enough that I would have had to lean all the way across it to do so, but I was in the kind of mood to go through the desk to do so if I had to.

Keeping still, I clung to Renn’s clinging as I did my best to remain calm.

For her.

“I built these halls. I laid these bricks. Do not make me tear them all down,” I warned her further.

The Chronicler finally showed an emotion other than indifference or gentle surety, and it was one that pissed me off even more.

A cocky smirk.

“My, Vim. That was quite blunt. Particularly for you, too. Unusual… for you, especially. But I and the rest had assumed she would change you. I suppose such changes affect everything, not just certain aspects. The gentler you get with her, the harsher you will possibly get with the rest of us, is it?” The Chronicler hummed as she nodded. “Fine. I’m willing to accept that bargain. Then what is? What would you like to know, or hear?” she added, as if content to accept my terms.

“How about you just start speaking and we’ll go from there,” I said.

“My cousin is alive.”

Standing still, I ignored Mapple and Renn as they glanced at each other, and then at me.

Saying nothing, I waited for me.

The Chronicler sighed as she shifted in her chair a little. I heard her knee pop as she did, though I didn’t know if it was because of my kick to the desk earlier or just her old age. “Light is alive. As are… several members whom I’ve omitted and lied to you about throughout the years. But before you scorn me about it, know that I had been sworn to secrecy,” the Chronicler said.

“By who…?” Renn whispered for me.

“Why, Celine, of course?” she answered, as if it was obvious.

Mapple groaned and stepped back, away from the chair. She slouched as she actually took a few steps away, as if suddenly not willing to take the Chronicler’s side in this.

“I think she just abandoned me…” the Chronicler said with a sad frown, sounding actually hurt for once.

“You’re a fool…! This is Vim you’re taunting!” Mapple hissed.

Renn nodded quickly.

The Chronicler only deepened her frown. “Taunting…? I am not. I am simply stating facts. If I wasn’t Vim would have already taken my heart,” the Chronicler said simply.

My eye twitched, and I wondered if I should just start accusing her already. What would it take to break her damned composure?

Lomi’s village? Randle’s injury? Should I bring up a prophecy or two?

I’d kind of planned how I’d have confronted Light, but not her. To me the Chronicler had not been the real threat. Just a pawn. Yet right now she was the one I was confronting.

The Chronicler then sighed. “Really, Vim. We’re on the same side. We always have been. What is the problem? What has earned your ire?” she asked, sounding almost as if she was being genuine in her desire to know. As if to help me confront the cause.

A part of me knew not to trust her… but another part of me knew that it might not be an act at all.

Light very well could have kept her in as much of the dark as the rest.

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Celine had all those years, after all. She had manipulated the Saintly Sisters with ease. Even after her death, and theirs, they had likely not ever known such a fact.

Some long heartbeats came and went as I glared at the fake saint. Her faintly glowing eyes, a dim mockery of real ones, held my glare with ease… even as Renn glanced around and coughed.

“Do… you really not know why he’s upset?” Renn asked.

The Chronicler frowned, but didn’t shake her head or shrug. “Maybe. Is it the plan for Lumen? He does not like such great schemes, never has, but I had already told him of it… he had seemed willing to ignore it, so I had thought it was fine to turn the plan into an actual result. He’s furious, but he hadn’t even flinched or narrowed his eyes at the mention of Light and the rest, which means he’s likely known of her existence from the beginning. It’s a little sad you’ve never reached out to her though, if that’s the case, Vim. The poor girl thinks you hate her, after all,” she said, speaking calmly as she did.

“Holy One…?”

I didn’t turn around to see who had spoken, but I heard the sound of more footsteps. People had gathered.

“Shoot…” Mapple groaned as she hurried around the room, giving me some room as she did, and hurried to the door. She quickly hushed them and sent them away, nearly barking the orders when they didn’t obey immediately. Renn turned, made a noise and then released me as she went to help. It sounded like Mapple was struggling.

Feeling a little lost for a moment, I wondered if she actually believed what she was saying. Her frown, and the way her eyes were dimly glowing, told me she likely did.

“Why did you banish one of your most fervent supporters?” I asked her as Renn and Mapple finally got the door half closed. I heard it scrape against the wooden door frame, telling me it hadn’t actually closed. They had just maneuvered it enough to look so.

The Chronicler shook her head. “I did not banish Randle purposefully, Vim. He had attacked Light. He forced her to defend herself, he stepped beyond his station. Is that why you’re furious…? Really? Over Randle’s banishment…? You’ve hated that man since you’ve met him!” she said, sounding shocked.

“You threatened him! You pushed him beyond his limit thanks to your threats!” Renn said hurriedly as she stepped back up beside me.

She sounded far better all of a sudden. She was even standing up firmly. Either she had gotten over her bout of stress, or the new stress and anger had given her new strength.

“Well… yes? He wasn’t willing to listen to reason. We gave him the option to assist us, in fact we had even made plans with him in mind the whole time until he became frantic and foolish. Once he attacked Light, and still wouldn’t bend on his animosity even after being incapacitated we decided he was no longer worth the risk to keep around. For anyone, thus his banishment,” the Chronicler said.

“He tried to strangle Light. I saw it; he had lifted her off the ground. Her face had gone all white before she had used her powers,” Mapple said from behind. She was still near the door. Though likely not to keep an eye on it, but simply to be closest to it in case she needed to flee.

The Chronicler nodded. “You know Light, Vim. She tries to see the good in everyone. Even until it is too late. She tried to reason with him, and even after he tried to kill her she still spared him and only wished for his banishment from the church. Not from the Society proper. He is still a member, just no longer a member of the cloth,” the Chronicler said, as if it was a great mercy they had given him.

A mercy. To a man who has spent the last five hundred years doing nothing but dedicating himself to this place. The people here. The orphans. The members.

Without them he was nothing. And without him many here would not exist.

It seemed time had not erased Celine from Light.

She was already acting just like her mother.

Abandoning anyone, even those who didn’t deserve it, the moment they didn’t do what she wanted.

But…

Even if that was cruelty… was it the same kind of cruelty that got Lomi’s village burnt…?

Meriah had been so confident. But…

The Chronicler sighed as she crossed her arms a little onto her desk. She had to lean forward a bit to do so, since the desk had skidded away from her from the earlier commotion. She looked far too tired to be anything but calm.

Could she act this calm if she actually had something terrible to keep hidden…?

Somehow I doubted it.

Plus…

“What were you going to say earlier?” I dared to ask.

The Chronicler frowned and tilted her head at me. Her eyes glowed a little brighter, maybe a small candle’s worth of light. “What part, Vim?” she asked.

I gestured to the woman next to me with a tilt of my head.

Her frown deepened. “Rennalee…? Hm…” she thought about it for a moment, and Renn shifted and glanced at me. As she did her hat slid off, which she ignored. “Ah. I was going to congratulate her on your consummation. Yes. Well done, Renn. It’s a lovely, healthy, thing. I look forward to the fruit it may soon bear… it would be nice to witness such a thing before I pass, especially if it’s by his hand,” the Chronicler said with a happy smile as she gestured at me.

My mind whirled as Renn shifted again, her ears fluttering. “Consu-what?” she whispered at me.

“You’re kidding…!” Mapple whispered loudly, sounding as shocked as I felt.

Very quickly I controlled myself, and kept myself from blinking or doing anything too odd.

I didn’t want her to realize what I had just figured out.

Especially since it might be the only thing I now had above them. Above them all.

Light too.

For once I knew something they didn’t.

Something actually useful.

“She’s congratulating us on our marriage, Renn,” I said softly, trying to remain passive.

Her ears fluttered even more. “Um… thank you? Why are we talking about this and not Randle now?” she asked, sounding upset.

“Because to her it was of no importance. Not even enough to list in the things that could have infuriated me,” I said simply.

Renn glanced at me, then back at the Chronicler… who simply nodded. “Yes? I do feel his loss. He’s been a staunch ally, and we could have used his insight and skills, undoubtedly so. But the Society… or well, the church, cannot keep such dangerous individuals within our halls. Too many of our cloth are fragile things. To be honest I’m not sure how Randle had almost killed Light. She’s not like the rest of us, but more like you, Rennalee. I had not thought it in him, or capable of it even, so it had been quite a shock! But, well… it’s not like he’s ever shown what he could do before, so it’s not unbelievable,” the Chronicler said as she shrugged.

I nodded. “A loss, but nothing more we’ve not endured before,” I said.

My wife startled, spun to look at me with wide eyes and an obvious look of utter shock. I ignored her though as I sighed and glanced around. To check the room.

It seemed all I had destroyed was the door. And part of the shelf next to it.

“Why did you send Mapple and Less to protect Renn? Knowing I was near?” I asked, turning topics a little on purpose.

Mapple made an “Eep!” noise as I glanced at her.

“What…?” Renn asked as she turned to look at Mapple.

“Oh my. So he caught you, did he? Figures. I swear her lack of faith is as bad as Randle’s insanity, sometimes,” the Chronicler huffed a sigh as I looked back at her, and did my best to ignore Mapple’s sad whine that followed.

Why was she always so cruel to those who were so loyal…?

“I’ll not tell you. You’ll just get more furious with me than you are now. Just know she is important… but so are all of our members, Vim. We had known you had sent her off alone with that human. We didn’t trust the human alone with her, so just wanted to be sure. Plus Less had some duties she needed to tend to up that way anyway,” the Chronicler said.

About to further prod into such a thing, Renn stepped forward and slapped the desk. “What about the vote! Why are the two of you beating around the bush!?” she shouted.

The Chronicler sat up straighter. “The vote…? You mean the one concerning Vim’s failures? Of course we’re handling it. Just like last time Vim will have to give concessions, but all will be well. We’ve already ensured it,” the Chronicler said simply.

“W…what?” Renn leaned back a little, her tail swishing wildly beneath her coat as she tried to process not just what she was hearing but what she was seeing.

The Chronicler really looked calm. Too calm.

And I now knew why, so I wasn’t too bothered by it. But Renn obviously didn’t. But that wasn’t her fault.

Renn simply didn’t comprehend what motivated those like her. I’d not properly explained it all to her. I’ll need to do so later, tonight, so she would understand from now on.

Until then though, I’ll need to guide this moment. These topics, and conversations, until we left. I finally knew something none of them did, and I didn’t want to waste this opportunity.

“But… Crane’s going around and turning everyone against him!” Renn shouted.

“Crane…? Nonsense. Crane is a sweet woman, but her brain is as light as her feathers. She’s sparked a conversation most are not ready for, if they ever will be, so it has indeed become a hot topic… but it is and will be fine. We’ve made sure it stays a simple discussion, not of Vim’s being but his actions. Like the other times this has happened, it will only end with a slap on the wrist and the Society will calm down afterward, you’ll see.”

“Are you the ones who started it?” I asked.

“Nonsense. But we took advantage of it, of course. Oplar is handling most of the letters for the votes, so our census isn’t completely accurate, but by our count you’ll lose by about one sixth of the votes, but we’ll make sure it’s limited. Our original plan was for you and Renn to help build the new diocese in Lumen as punishment, but I’m sure we can add a few small things if you’d like,” the Chronicler said with a smirk.

Renn stood up and stepped back from the desk, nearly bumping into me in the process. “You’re all mad!” she said. Reaching out, I grabbed her by the shoulder gently. Doing so made her turn and snarl at me. “Vim! They’re treating it like a joke!” she said angrily as she pointed at the fake saint sitting before us.

“I told you Renn, this was a possibility,” I said.

“We’ve been worrying over it this whole time!” she said, her voice cracking as she did. I noted her eyes had begun to grow red and glossy.

“I apologize… Vim, you should know better than to think we’d just let something like that transpire under our very noses… really, now,” the Chronicler said gently, looking actually bothered and hurt.

I remained calm, and quiet, even as Renn started to cry. “He’s even considered doing something stupid over it! You’re jerks! All of you!” she said as she began to tremble again.

The Chronicler slowly started to stand, and I went still as I watched the old woman start to shake herself. And not from strain of standing.

“Wait… please don’t weep, dear…! Vim! Say something! You should not have allowed this to torment her so!” she shouted at me, actually upset.

“You could have at least told us…!” Renn shouted as she went to cleaning her face. Was she already getting control over her crying?

The Chronicler slowly shook her head. “No… We don’t tell Vim of such prophecies, Renn. He doesn’t like them. Though… I suppose there is fault to be seen in our lack of informing you. I am sorry. I’ll make sure from now on that…” the Chronicler was about to promise something I could not allow, so I stopped her from doing so.

The shelves around us rattled, and books and other objects fell from them as I held onto Renn and made sure she didn’t fall. Mapple released a tiny yelp as the Chronicler fell back to her chair, though not from fear but simple necessity. She had not been able to stay upright during the commotion.

Lifting a hand, I pointed a stern finger at the Chronicler. “Careful,” I warned her.

The Chronicler groaned as she shifted and righted herself. She flinched, in a way that told me she had likely bruised herself in the fall. “See what I mean…? We’d like to tell Vim things, but he gets like this when we try to! We can beat around the bush with them, or hint at them, but nothing more!” she said loudly, annoyed.

Renn glanced around, and then turned to look behind us. “Are you okay Mapple?” she asked softly.

“Yeah. I’m… just going to sit here okay?” Mapple said quietly, with a whisper.

Renn nodded and then looked back forward, to the Chronicler. “I’ll hear them. From now on,” she said.

The Chronicler perked up, and I knew better than to try and stop it any further. If I did Renn would just become upset with me, instead of them.

So before anything stupid could be said, I sighed and gestured for the fake saint’s attention. “So who else is on the chopping block?” I asked.

“No one of great importance, Vim. In reality even Randle could have been left alone, even after attacking Light. But he kept pressing the matter. The fool even tried to barge into her chambers in the middle of the night, after waking from his treatment hours after the incident. It’s why they left for Lumen a little earlier than planned, just to avoid the drama,” she said.

Damn it Randle…

Renn’s ears twitched as she glanced at me, her eyebrows furrowed in worry. Like me she had heard plainly the sad truth.

Randle very well had likely deserved his banishment. At least from what we’ve heard so far.

And even if I doubted everything the Chronicler was saying… it didn’t matter.

None of it did.

Because they were basing their actions not on me at all… but Renn.

Glancing at the woman somehow centered amongst prophecies and schemes, I felt horrible.

She frowned at me, noticing my look, and I wanted to wipe her face. It had tears and even a little snot on it.

Staring into her stress-filled eyes, I wondered what to do. What to say. Who to kill, and who to spare.

If I let this continue… she’ll just keep getting wrapped up in these people and their prophecies.

Light was like her mother. Her treatment of Randle was proof of that. Even if Randle had acted out of line, I had doubts to the level of severity they were claiming. Randle had said he had grabbed her by the collar, not the neck. But was that just him misremembering thanks to the rage he had at that moment? Or was it more?

As much as I hated Randle, I’d bet on his word over theirs. Though Mapple… had said she had witnessed it. And although Mapple was on their side, dutifully to the point of obeying people who were cruel to her… she was not a liar. At all.

But I could deal with Randle’s indiscretions later. Even if their claim was true, even they say he is not to be removed from the Society. Just the church. Here. Telmik. As long as he was gone before winter’s end, he was not an issue.

My concern now was Light and her schemes. The Chronicler could see beyond what was in front of her, but not the future or past. Only a real saint could do that. Which meant all of the prophecies she’s been relying on, and hinting at, were from other saints. Celine or her daughter Light, most likely.

And it was clear now, based on how the Chronicler had just panicked over Renn’s tears that something was amiss. She was not the type to actually care if someone wept or not. Not like that.

The Chronicler had not cared for my anger, Mapple, or the people who may or may not have heard us. Instead the only thing she had panicked over during this whole conversation had been something else entirely.

Renn’s emotions.

She had not wanted Renn to be angry with her. To be burdened. It was not like her to show such emotion. Especially not over another’s.

Which meant if these prophecies of Renn were what they were basing everything off of, which I had no doubt of now, then it was inevitable that she’d try to use Renn as Celine had used me.

I didn’t know the purpose. I didn’t care. It didn’t matter.

All that mattered was that Renn was spared from that terrible fate.

Nothing good ever came from prophecies. Whether you try to fulfill them, or stop them, the result was always the same.

Disgusting failure.

“Vim…?” Renn whispered my name, likely growing uneasy over my long silence.

I’d not confronted anyone yet over the possibility that they had burnt down Lomi’s village. But that was because I knew I’d not get the real truth.

Rather I’d get one, but it’d just be the truth the Chronicler knew. The one Light had given her. The one Light had manipulated and controlled to make them all believe and parrot.

Just as her mother had done.

I needed to confront Light. She was the source of all this. Until I did… anyone I killed, or threatened, would just be victims.

Victims of Light’s trickery and my own hatred.

And I was not going to slaughter out of pure malice.

I did that once. Never again.

Looking back at the Chronicler, I found her trying to organize her desk. A lot of it had become cluttered during the commotion. She was moving books, picking up a spilled inkwell and pen, and adjusting a thin white cloth that covered most of her work area.

“Hyacinth,” I said her name.

The Chronicler froze… her eyes going dark for a small heartbeat, then they grew brighter again as she looked up at me.

“Yes Vim…?” Hyacinth whispered back.

“I plan to step down as Protector. During the vote, while most of the Society is here. Properly. No matter the outcome,” I told her.

“Wait…!” Hyacinth started to stand, but flinched and sat back down. The way she had did so told me her knee had just gave out on her.

Mapple made a noise as she hurried to her feet and ran around the desk to the old woman. She didn’t help her to her feet, but hovered around her patiently… waiting to be told or asked for help.

“Vim…” Hyacinth groaned through clenched teeth.

“I’ll be letting everyone else know too. We’ve got about a little over a year before the vote, so I suggest making the proper preparations for my absence while you can. I’ll be heading to Lumen soon, if you have any letters or need me for anything… just let me know,” I said calmly, as if I’d not just moments ago been considering ending her life.

Bending down I picked up Renn’s fallen hat. She glared at me as I placed it upon her head, nodded at her, and then took her hand.

Taking Renn with me, I left the Chronicler’s office.

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