You couldn't care for a person without caring about them.
How much did she care? Not enough. Jeema had thought that she could no longer care about anyone.
But once, someone looked to her.
Someone needed her.
There was one pawn who had become more than a pawn.
Only a little.
Not enough.
Use her sister.
Are people born wicked?
Or do they have Wickedness thrust upon them?
Goodness cannot know, that the Wicked's lives are lonely.
Use her sister.
She did.
She cared.
But it wasn't enough.
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