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"I won't shout my rage;
I'll let the silence speak for me.
And when the storm hits,
You'll know I was always the thunder." ~Araneae Ruber
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LUELLA TURNED away from the flying stars. They were doing something, a presentation performance in the sky. Honestly, if she were interested, she would look at it, but she wasn't the slightest. What she wanted was for Ophiuchus to join her and stop beating himself over something that didn't even exist in the first place.
Truthfully, Luella could see herself in Ophiuchus shoes. After all, she had spent most part of her first life worshiping at her family's feet. It was only when the consequences were brought to her did she realize what she wasted her years for.
"You should stop this." She began once again. "Your friends has already told you what to do… Why are you still backing away. Do you need for Lurphis to tell it to your face that's he doesn't need you?"
"Well… You wouldn't understand."
