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His clawed hand stayed firm around hers as they moved through the dark tunnel.

She had done it.

She had actually met with Chat Blanc, and now she was on her way to what he was calling Sanctuary; to meet Hawkmoth face-to-face.

Blanc kept an even pace, moving with confidence through the tunnel. She could barely make out the outline of his toned figure just in front of her. She knew that Chat Noir had enhanced eyesight in the dark, and would bet anything that Blanc did too.

When he stopped suddenly, she stumbled straight into his back. He steadied her quickly, his misty blue eyes glowing in the dark as he stared softly into hers. His fingers ghosted across the exposed skin on the underside of her jawline, trailing along the edges of the ebony mask that obscured her face all the way up to her cheekbones. She shivered slightly under his touch but didn't pull away from his proximity, "I'm glad you grabbed that extra mask from those holders."

"Me too. Are we here?" She asked, her voice echoing in the dark.

"Yes, but I need to tell you first," he hesitated before telling her, "No matter what you hear, no matter what is said, I promise that I will not let anyone hurt you. I know you have no reason to trust me, but please trust me when I say that."

"Okay." She whispered, feeling his hand tighten around hers slightly in comfort before he let out a deep breath.

"Okay then." He said mostly to himself before putting his hand to the door in front of him. There was a slight click, the sound of a door unlocking, before it slid to the side to reveal a modern, light grey hallway.

Chat Blanc kept her hand and walked forward, her eyes welcoming the comfortable glow of the lights. She turned back, seeing the door sliding back into place. It was hidden behind a tall landscape painting of a waterfall under the soft light of a crescent moon that took up most of the wall.

They turned right and she told herself again, determined to memorize the path she had just taken: one left, two rights, another left, straight for six minutes, right turn.

He paused at a silver gated elevator, pressing the button to open it and drawing her inside. She watched discreetly, seeing him press the number for the sixth floor, the very top.

His thumb was running across her hand gently, his foot tapping slightly as they waited for the elevator to open again. The second it did, they were in another softly lit hallway. He pulled her to the left and she said it again: one left, two rights, another left, straight for six minutes, right turn, be on the bottom floor.

There was only one set of large double doors at the end of the hall, and he pushed them open without hesitating.

Her eyes widened in shock at what she saw. A long, white metal table was the focus, with at least a dozen chairs on each side, almost all of them filled with some type of Akuma. Some had an animal type or monster type appearance, while others were simply overly exuberant representations of what she guessed they really looked like before they were akumatized.

Blanc gently laced his fingers through hers as they walked forward in silence, a contrast to the hard expression on his face. A woman covered in glittering gold huffed loudly as they passed, "I don't see what all the fuss is about."

Blanc's hand tightened in hers, but he didn't say anything as they walked calmly up the length of the table along the right side. Every set of eyes at the table was following her closely, despite the protective shield of Blanc's body between her and the Akuma's.

There were two empty seats on either side near the very head of the table, where one large chair also sat unoccupied.

Marinette could feel the negativity in the air, all of it directed at her.

A woman with bright red hair and blue face looked like she was practically glowing, "You actually did it. What a scoop Captain."

He heard a familiar huff, "Scoop? Please. This part of the plan should have been done weeks ago, if SOMEONE hadn't been too busy failing,"

"Shut the hell up Wasp." Blanc snapped angrily, pulling out the empty seat near the head and telling her softly, "Have a seat my darling."

"You sure about that Captain?" The all silver girl said from next to her, her red eyes focused on the sword she had for a hand in front of her.

"You really want to test me Lieutenant?" Blanc asked curtly, standing between her and the Akuma to her left.

The girl shrugged, "Not at the moment. Perhaps later though."

"Not today Riposte." Blanc said harder, before asking lightly with a smirk as he motioned to the empty chair across from what was usually his own, "Where's the pain in my ass gone off to?"

A few of the Akuma down the table laughed, the Akuma with pink hair wearing a black dress lifted a spray gun of some sort up to inspect it as she answered in a high-pitched voice, "Volpina is no more Captain."

Marinette stayed silent, knowing that couldn't be a good thing.

Blanc laughed amused, "Finally. I hope she rots in hell where she belongs."

Blanc put a hand on her shoulder, making her jump slightly. He rubbed his thumb gently where his hand lay, trying to put her at ease. Though he knew it wouldn't be easy for her right now. He edged himself into the space between the chairs, firmly planting between Marinette and Riposte. He didn't want that sword anywhere near her.

"Good, everyone has gathered." A cold, unemotional voice said suddenly.

All of the Akuma rose to their feet, and Blanc patted her shoulder gently, prodding her to stand too. As she stood, she saw a dark figure walking up the length of the table. He was dressed in deep purples and silvers. He placed the long-jeweled cane in his hands in front of him as he took post at the very head of the table.

He tapped the cane once and everyone sat but her and Blanc who said it quickly, "Apologies for bringing her to the meeting but,"

"There is no need." The man said quickly, his unreadable silver eyes catching hers instantly, "You are most welcome here my dear. I'm glad that Chat Blanc was able to pry you away from those holders before they could hurt you." There was the slightest smirk at the corner of his mouth, "I believe by now you know who I am, don't you?"

She nodded instantly, her voice no more than a whisper, "Hawkmoth."

He let the smirk show, "At your service my dear. I know why you are here, but this meeting takes precedent. Have a seat, this won't take long."

She sat down shakily. Blanc subtly lifted his hand to her back, trying to ease her discomfort as Hawkmoth stayed standing. His voice was clear and without fear, "Volpina is no more, I am sure everyone knows this by now. Stoneheart as well was recently taken from us by those holders."

There were angry murmurs all around but Hawkmoth didn't falter, "Everyone knows what they must do from here on out. Princess Fragrance," the pink haired girl with the black dress stood with a smile, "Frightningale," a girl with two large yellow pigtails with green ends and a large star on her face stood too, "and Reflekta," a girl in bright pink with a large eye on her forehead stood last.

"Wait for the signal," Hawkmoth said seriously, "and do not fail me."

The three girls nodded before taking off out of the large hall. Hawkmoth smirked, "Everyone else, get ready, for soon, it will be time for a little fun."

She watched with wide eyes as the Akuma's stood and started stretching, laughing as they made their way out of the room. Her heart pounded wildly against her chest. Was he, was Hawkmoth really planning on letting all of those Akuma run rampant all at once?

Hawkmoth waited until the far door closed before turning back to them, "Let's take this to the other room, shall we?"

Blanc nodded, taking her hand as she stood. They followed Hawkmoth out of the door nearest to them in silence out to another hallway. That's odd, she thought. She hadn't thought that the hallway came down this far. Was the door he led them through the only way to reach this part of the hallway?

They walked a short distance down to the end of the mostly empty hallway. She had noticed that this hallway was just like the other one. It was lined sporadically with large white frames that had nothing on the inside but an abstract splatter of black paint. The hall was otherwise devoid of life. No plants, no hint of color. It was all actually a little disorienting. When they reached the end of the hall, she noticed another elevator. Hawkmoth stepped in as it opened and she realized that this elevator led to a seventh floor.

They weren't in the elevator for more than a few seconds when the doors opened to reveal a large open room, full of brilliant white butterflies.

"Oh wow." She whispered, not able to hold it back as they stepped out of the elevator. It was beautiful. The large round window on the far side was lined on the inside, and looked like a butterfly she recognized; she just couldn't quite place where exactly she had seen it before.

Hawkmoth asked her calmly, "So, what would you like me to call you?"

"Lady." She responded instantly.

He smirked at her, "That is your holder name I believe."

She nodded, "It is."

They held eyes and he told her sounding impressed, "Very well, if that is what you wish." He turned his back to her and walked towards the window, "Blanc tells me you have a dormant power inside of you, one you can't access yourself."

Her hand went to her shoulder, looking down, "That's, part of it. There is something else, something that only you can answer."

He turned back to her and waited, but she didn't hesitate, "Am I already an Akuma?"

He raised an eyebrow at her, "An Akuma, what makes you believe such a thing?"

She told him instantly, "There is a mark on my shoulder, a mark that reacted negatively against the magic of a holder, that is in the shape of a butterfly."

Blanc frowned, staying silent at her words, but looked over at Hawkmoth who told her after a moment, "No, you are not an Akuma, currently. You said the mark reacted against a holder's magic, they must not have been very strong then."

"He was the strongest." She said defensively. "I came here because I need to know what this mark is, and how to get rid of it."

Hawkmoth let out a short, amused huff, "And, I am just expected to give you these answers without anything in return?"

She looked down, knowing already what Hawkmoth wanted, "I can't get you what you want."

"Actually, you might be the only one who can." Hawkmoth told her.

Her head snapped up and he smiled in a way that sent chills down her spine, "You've spent time with those holders, you know them, they trust you,"

"They don't trust me." She corrected him, feeling her stomach turn, "I don't mean anything to them, to any of them. I'm just an unvaried with a little more power than a normal person, who may have something dark inside of me."

"We all have something dark inside of us my dear. It is only those who fear to accept that darkness who will succumb to it in the end." Hawkmoth said evenly before telling her, "The mark on your back, what did the holders believe it to be? I'm sure they had their share of ideas."

She nodded, "They, they called it a, dormant akuma."

Hawkmoth laughed once, "Idiots, the lot of them. I can feel its power from here, it's not a dormant akuma." He said it as though it should have been obvious, "It's a protection seal."

She stared wide-eyed, "A, protection seal?"

Hawkmoth nodded before telling her, "Placed years ago no doubt, it is embedded deeply."

She asked nearly pleading, "Can you remove it?"

Hawkmoth smiled, taking a step towards her, "I can."

"Please," she asked before she could stop herself, "Please take it off of me."

His smile widened, "Now why would I do that?"

She felt her stomach tighten, "Please. I don't know how it got there and I don't care. I just want it gone."

Hawkmoth watched her in silence, knowing that she was ripe for the taking, "It troubles you, that someone placed a seal to protect you?"

"I don't have any real power. I'm not anyone important. There is nothing to protect and I just," she squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to cry, "I want to be done with all of this."

Blanc grabbed her hand, squeezing gently but didn't offer any other form of comfort.

"If I remove the seal, what will you do? Simply vanish into the lives of the other unvaried? Even knowing now what you know about the world? Do you really think you can go back to that life?" Hawkmoth asked her.

"I can try." She told him, wishing she believed it herself. She knew she would never be the same after this. Learning about the Miraculous, about holders and magic and akumas, she would always know that they were out there. It was something she would never regret knowing, and she was already a different person because of it.

"I don't believe you." Hawkmoth said instantly, making her look back over at him. He turned his back to her, his finger tapping lightly against his wrist where they rested at the small of his back. "I believe, that you have seen too much, have learned too much, to ever be happy going back to that life. What if I could offer you power, power that can not only match the holders, but surpass it?"

Her voice shook, "I, I can't do that."

"Why? Those holders tried to use you, to use your powers to meet their own ends. You did everything they asked of you and even then," he looked genuinely angry for her, "they tossed you aside. You don't owe them anything. They haven't helped you, only hindered you, and kept you from meeting me so that they could warp my image in your mind with their lies." He pointed with his cane towards the door to the far right of the elevator, "If you don't want to accept my offer, the door is there, and you are free to go my dear."

"But you won't remove the seal." She said knowingly.

"No. Not unless I get something in return." He told her evenly.

"I don't have anything to give you." She said heavily.

"Yet." He said instantly, "But if you take the power I'm offering, you will be strong enough to get me what I want."

"The Ladybug and Black Cat's Miraculous." She said already knowing.

He nodded, "Once they are in my possession, I will remove the seal and take back the akuma I would give you to help you achieve that goal, and you will be free to live your life however you wish."

The silence stretched between them as Hawkmoth waited for her answer, an answer she didn't know if she could give just yet.

"Can I," she started slowly, "Can I think about it a little more, before giving you my decision?"

Hawkmoth smiled, "Of course my dear. Blanc will take you somewhere to think things through. For the sake of your safety however, I don't think it would be wise for you to leave Sanctuary. I would hate for those holders to try and drag you back by force."

"Thank you." She said softly, looking at Chat Blanc who gave her a reassuring smile before turning with her towards the side door.

Marinette was barely outside of the door when Hawkmoth called him, "Captain, keep an eye on her. We wouldn't want any, accidents."

Blanc said it hard, "No, we wouldn't."

He closed the Atrium door with a slight snap and took her back down to the sixth floor. He stayed quiet as they moved down the eerily empty hall back to the main elevator. When they stepped inside and the doors closed with a soft ping, he let out the heavy sigh he had been holding in.

Marinette asked him worried, "Blanc, what did he mean, accidents?"

The elevator opened and he squeezed her hand, not having let go of her once since talking to Hawkmoth.

Walking out onto the second floor seeming to be a little more relaxed, he explained it to her trying not to frighten her, "Most of the Akuma know who you are, and know that you used to be with the holders. Most of them don't like that I am bringing you in, or that there is even a chance that you would be joining us. There are very few active Akuma's who would dare challenge me straight to my face, but none of them would have a second thought about going after you to prove that you don't belong here. Hawkmoth was just reminding me that I shouldn't lower my guard, or leave you alone."

He opened the last door at the end of the long hall, flipping a switch to reveal a small, very simple, sitting room. He let her walk in first and told her, "There is a bedroom through that door there, and a bathroom across from it."

She nodded, but hesitated to move, letting the lingering question come out, "Does Hawkmoth always ask for something in return, before granting powers?"

Blanc nodded instantly, "Without fail."

"What are you giving him?" She asked.

He leaned against the wall on one arm, saying it simply, "My loyalty."

She frowned slightly, "You took power from him, just to do his bidding?"

"Not at all." He said quickly, crossing his arms. "In exchange for this power, I am helping him get the Miraculous that's true, but it's what I am getting in return that drives my actions."

She held his misty blue eyes, asking softly, "What are you getting in return?"

"Something that was taken from me a long time ago." He added it as an afterthought, "And my full power. Hawkmoth is an asshole who keeps me on a short leash because he realized too late how much power he actually gave me." He broke her soft gaze, staring down at the floor as he said it, "For my full power to be released, I need an Anti-Bug, much the way Chat Noir needs a Ladybug to reach his full potential."

It clicked for her then, "That's why you came after me that first time, isn't it?"

He nodded, telling her again, "You may not feel it, but I could. I wasn't lying that night when I told you that I felt that you would be the one who would complete me."

She rubbed her arm nervously, turning away from him slightly, "Trust me, you don't want someone like me to be your counterpart."

He didn't say anything for a minute, letting the weight of her words hang in the air until he told her softly, "The choice is yours. It always has been. Whether you choose to become an Akuma or not, it's a choice only you can make." He pushed off from the wall and turned to head out, "Take all the time you need, I'll be right outside whenever you are ready, whatever you decide."

He paused at the door, barely looking back at her, "And don't forget, no matter your choice, it won't change the fact that the Black Cat turned his back on you." He closed the door gently and she let out a heavy sigh.

She let herself fall heavily onto the brilliant white couch, putting her head back to stare at the ceiling.

She pulled her phone from her pocket, wincing as she saw all the missed calls and text messages. Rena was no doubt going to kill her for going dark. She was surprised to see nearly the same amount of calls from both Carapace and Viperion.

She stared sadly at the name of the very last caller. One missed phone call from Chat Noir.

One.

She felt the tears starting in her eyes and switched over to her messages, reading through them quickly before deleting everything.

She opened up a new message, sending the text quickly to the one number she had never imagined herself using in her entire life, 'Bee, I'm in.'

...

A quick rapping sound echoed in the distance, annoying him to no end. The rapping continued and he groaned, turning slightly and feeling his hand slam painfully into a wall. He yelped as his eyes snapped open, shaking out his hand as he sat up quickly. He moved to stretch his legs out and felt his foot make near immediate contact with another solid wall.

He looked around, his stomach knotting and churning, threatening to expel everything he had eaten recently. Given the extremely small clear box he was now trapped in, he swallowed hard and forced himself not to get sick.

He pushed himself up carefully, realizing he could tuck his legs under him and sit on his legs to give himself a little more room. He glanced up worried, if he lifted himself up on his knees like this to full height, his head would no doubt brush the top of the box, if not slam straight into it.

He knew he needed to get out of here, now.

"Cataclysm!" He called, lifting his hand to touch the box when he realized the true horror of his situation. There was no cataclysm. No claws. No black suit.

His transformation had fallen. He immediately touched his face, sighing in relief that he had taken to the good habit lately of transforming with a mask on.

"Plagg! PLAGG!" He cried out into the mostly barren room, praying that Plagg would fly through a wall and they would get out of here.

His heart fell when nothing happened. He let his head fall against the glass, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, muttering to himself as his panic started to grow.

"Okay Chat, keep yourself together. You are stuck in an extremely small box, you can't call cataclysm, and don't know where Plagg is. You were captured by those damn Akuma, and now you are trapped here alone, perfect."

"You aren't alone." A light female voice said from out of nowhere.

He looked around, but didn't see anyone. Was he losing his mind?

There was a small laugh, "No you aren't going crazy Chat Noir. My name is Vanisher. I'm invisible." She huffed slightly, "Not like that's anything new for me. I've always been treated like I'm invisible."

He looked around and there was a small tap to his left. He looked and saw a small shimmer, something barely there that he would have cast off as a trick of the light if he hadn't been looking for it.

"Evillustrator really didn't give you any room to move around, did he? I'd be dying in a panic if I was trapped in that small of a box." Vanisher said happily, tapping the box again.

He slammed his hand against the box where he saw the shimmer and she laughed, "Touchy cat aren't you? Blanc is too." He heard light footsteps and knew she was moving, his eyes following the sound, "Tell me, what or who, is a Plagg?"

He stayed silent and he felt the glass box shudder around him. She had kicked it, "I asked you a question alley cat."

"Go to hell. I'm not telling you anything." He said hard.

She hummed, saying it lightly, "You know, Hawkmoth has created all kinds of Akuma's. Some like me who are almost a purely physical change, others who took on a different form completely, and some with powers that range from laughable to terrifying."

The lone chair in the corner lifted suddenly. Its back turned to him when it was set in front of his cage, close enough to almost touch it. He saw that same small shimmer from before, slightly distorting the top of the chair.

There was a mocking edge to her voice, "We all know that the Miraculous are powered by their holder, but there was a rumor that something else was the true source of the jewels power. Of course, some people have the worst tendencies, and would do ANYTHING to discover the truth." Her voice lifted like it was obvious, "So of course, Hawkmoth gave someone the ability to pull out the real source of power from an active Miraculous."

He made sure to keep his face neutral, thankful for what was probably the first time in his life that he had learned to control his facial expressions because of modelling. He let his voice sound bored, "Is that right?"

The chair shifted slightly, the distortion above the chair clearing but her voice didn't move, "It is. Imagine our surprise when our curious little scientist turned her ray on you and whoop," he heard a loud clap, "out pops the most adorable little black cat with green eyes. Seconds later, there lies a black suited, unconscious, de-transformed Chat Noir."

There was the soft sound of feet shuffling, and seconds later the box shuddered around him again, but he didn't move beyond scowling, "That damn mask of yours wouldn't come off for anything, and neither would the Cat's ring."

He looked down at his ring, glad to see that Plagg had managed to leave a small portion of power in it so that it stayed black with the green paw print on it.

He said it with a smirk, already worrying about what he was going to have to go through in order to get Plagg back, "I told Volpina it wouldn't come off for anyone but the real Ladybug, it's not my fault she chose not to listen."

"There is no Ladybug." Vanisher snapped.

He smirked, "And thus, Hawkmoth will never get my Miraculous, so threaten me all you want."

The chair slid across the ground slightly, and he heard her same light footsteps walking around him, "Threaten you, the great Black Cat who isn't afraid of anything? The great Black Cat who throws himself in front of others to protect them? The great Black Cat who has fought off more Akuma's single-handedly than any of the other holders?"

She let out a short laugh, "Oh no Chat Noir, we aren't stupid enough to threaten you. Like Queen Wasp says, 'It's ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.' Why waste the time or energy on such a lost cause?"

There was a knock on the door to his right, and a small panel slid open towards the top. Vanisher said it calmly, "Take him up."

The panel closed and he felt the floor shift underneath him. Vanisher laughed, saying it as he was lifted towards the ceiling that opened just wide enough for the box to slip through, "Have fun reuniting with the little nobody, Noir."

The room above was dimly lit, and the soft natural light from the large window across from him told him it was nearly sunset.

"Thank you for joining us Chat Noir."

He turned in place to look behind him. Evillustator was staring down at the tablet in his hands, paying him no mind.

But his eyes narrowed in anger at the man in the purple and silver suit standing next to him, wearing the butterfly miraculous out in full view at his neck like a trophy.

"Hawkmoth." He growled.

Hawkmoth simply laughed, "What a sight to behold, a mangy stray in a cage where it belongs."

The growl escaped against his will, Hawkmoth chuckling darkly as he moved towards the window, Chat never taking his eyes off of him.

"This doesn't have to be hard Chat Noir, in fact it could all be quite simple. Give me your Miraculous, and you'll be free to go." Hawkmoth said with a smirk.

He smirked angrily, "Not even over my dead body."

Hawkmoth chuckled in his chest, "Maybe not over yours, but what about over hers?"

The door behind him opened, and his eyes widened in horror as he watched Volpina walk in with a smirk on her face, roughly throwing his suited-up Lady forward towards him.

"Lady." He whispered, panicked.

Her brilliant blue eyes looked up at him, glistening with tears that spilled over her white mask as she stayed on her hands and knees, "Chat I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I couldn't fight them off I,"

"No," he told her quickly, putting his hand to the box, smiling at her softly, "don't apologize."

Volpina had a wicked smirk on her face as she grabbed Lady by the arm, yanking her backwards but keeping her on her knees, slapping her flute across Lady's neck from behind. Lady's hands flew to the flute, trying to pull it away from her throat. Volpina pressed her knee into Lady's back forcing her to arch backwards as she tried to relieve the pressure against her neck. The flute pressed tighter against her throat, just short of cutting off her air supply.

Chat fought back his instinct to yell, but knew he failed to hide the anger in his eyes.

He sat back on his legs, forcing himself to a deep breath to try and control himself as Volpina simply laughed, amused by her struggles. He closed his eyes, trying to drown out the sounds of her gasping breaths. He had to focus. He had to remind himself not to overreact.

Not yet.

Hawkmoth told him easily, "You have a choice Chat Noir, your Miraculous, or your Lady?"

Volpina said it happily, "You are free to refuse Noir. I can't wait for the moment you do. I've been dying to get to this girl for ages."

Lady gasped for breath, telling him shakily as she struggled to push the flute away from her neck, "Chat please, please just give them what they want. I can't do this, I can't handle this anymore please," her sobs tore at his heart, and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter as she said it, "please just give them your Miraculous."

He swallowed hard, opening his eyes to look over at her, seeing the tears streaming down her face. He asked her softly, holding her eyes, "Is that really what you want, knowing what Hawkmoth has planned?"

She nodded instantly, "I don't care anymore, about any of it. Please, I just want to go home."

He looked away from her, telling Hawkmoth in a voice that sounded as eerily cold as his Fathers, "You'll never get my Miraculous."

Hawkmoth glared at him, "You think I am above hurting her?"

He felt a small smirk starting, "Not at all. I know you aren't, but you must have me confused with one of your brainless Akuma. It was a nice try. I'll admit I almost fell for it when she came in."

He smirked full out, telling Hawkmoth exactly where they had screwed up, "One. My Lady renounced her mask. She'd be in her civilian clothes, not powered up." He was glad to see the hate on Hawkmoth's face, "Two. My Lady and I know exactly what you are after. She'd never ask me to hand over my Miraculous to you, not even to save herself!"

Hawkmoth glared at him in heated silence before he let out a small huff, "Not as blind as I was led to believe."

Volpina huffed behind him and he smirked, turning his gaze slightly to see his Lady's image disappearing.

"Second rate illusions as usual. You are no Rena Rouge." He mused out loud, watching with great satisfaction as her hands shook in rage at her sides. She took an angry step towards him and there was a light knock at the door that stopped her in her tracks.

"Master, she's ready." A familiar voice said calmly.

Hawkmoth smiled, "Come in Chat Blanc, both of you."

The door opened and Blanc walked in, a girl whose eyes shone deeper than the deepest oceans was holding his clawed hand as she walked in behind him. There was a solid black, rounded lower face mask covering everything below her cheekbones. It was definitionless and gave nothing away, but he would know those eyes anywhere.

Her eyes caught his almost instantly, widening before she pointedly looked away from him towards Hawkmoth who looked positively ecstatic.

Blanc sent him a triumphant smirk before walking past him with his Lady, standing before Hawkmoth together.

Hawkmoth told her happily, "I'm glad you've finally made your choice my dear."

Her voice was even, "Yes I did. It was the only choice I could make."

He felt a pang of fear run through him, denial screaming in his head that this wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening.

But it was, and it was all his fault.


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