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❝You still don't know your sin?
That in itself, is the sin.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#8e009e ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #9e0010】
|| Jar of Hearts || Christina Perri ||
That in itself, is the sin.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#8e009e ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #9e0010】
|| Jar of Hearts || Christina Perri ||
There was a lot of mirroring here, with Stella and Essie both being the condescending ones looking down on both Prisca and Miiko. A historical overlap - which was only even more perfect if you added Gavin and Callum's roles to the mix as Stella and Essie's boyfriends, once upon a time. Maybe even now Callum felt that he couldn't ask for Essie's heart back, because he failed to save her, to secure her an escape from America, to safety in Europe. "You didn't forget, did you, little princess?" Essie stood firm as Miiko tried to go against her. "She's a snitch, she got everyone killed just because they were rebelling, all for some stupid reason!" Stella looked guardedly at her, no doubt disapproving, only making Rose wither more under the dual stares. "She'll probably rat out everyone here too, we shouldn't trust her."
So when Miiko suggested that they go back to their room, Rose was very glad. She had wanted to see Essie all this time... but now that she finally did, she wished she hadn't. It was easy, it hurt less to imagine that Essie could forgive her for everything. But to Essie, she probably relived the betrayal a thousand times in these hundred years... there was no way something like forgiveness would be so cheaply earned. "Jace wouldn't... he wouldn't let that happen." Prisca rubbed her eyes, she knew Miiko needed comfort, she couldn't be hung up over her own feelings. Both she and Essie were fossils of the past - their emotions, they didn't matter in the here and now. "Nino had a bomb, she was going to kill you if we couldn't save you - she wasn't going to let you be taken and hurt like Stella was." Maybe Miiko wouldn't have wanted that - but she didn't know the cruelties someone could do when ordered to, the tortures and pains humans could inflict on one another. On that note... Nino was going to need a new wheelchair, wasn't she?
"It's not your fault, we just have to work carefully from now on." Miiko wasn't an expert, she couldn't be expected to be perfect. Some things just happened and then you had to adapt. "I should have been guarding you more carefully, but I let my guard down, b-because my sister, she came back, and I forgot to keep a close eye on you." If she had been more vigilant Miiko could have been spared this trauma. "...I have something I need to tell you." She was speaking as Prisca now, not as Rose. The Martyr needed to confess her sins if she wanted to make things right. "I-I'd rather you hear it from me than from her... okay?"
With a deep breath, the confession was made. Prisca told Miiko everything she never wanted anyone to hear, she told her about how she clung to Essie like a parasite, how she was afraid Essie would leave because of her love for Callum, she told about how her mother ratted out father and got him killed, and then she did the same to Callum, to get him sent away so she could keep Essie all to herself. "...And because of that... everyone of the Library Club... and all their families... were killed... before my eyes." Prisca shook, turning away from Miiko because she couldn't look at her. Tears spilled onto the floor of their room, her shoulders quivering. "I'm just... a traitor... a rat... you should just throw me away, or I might just..." How could Miiko ever accept someone like her as her spirit?