[She sits down, resting her hands at her aides and leaning back. She sighs, audibly. Mythra knows she isn’t dumb. She knows it. And she knows what she is doing is stupid. So why was she doing it?]
“Maybe a part of me still wants it. Or maybe I just miss home. I don’t really know.”
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[She sits down, resting her hands at her aides and leaning back. She sighs, audibly. Mythra knows she isn’t dumb. She knows it. And she knows what she is doing is stupid. So why was she doing it?]
“Maybe a part of me still wants it. Or maybe I just miss home. I don’t really know.”