[ the Communion comes a few days after the gift is received, and Ruby's mind is almost unfamiliar; there is no warmth, no bright feeling that lifts the heart, no effort made at all to be—palatable. her presence isn't hostile in any way, but it is cold and dark and empty, quiet in the way of a tragedy's aftermath. the stillness of a funeral, or a sudden loss, or a home burned to the ground.
she speaks softly, as though there were nothing out of the ordinary: ]
Thank you for the gift, Dimitri. I'll be sure to wear it often.
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she speaks softly, as though there were nothing out of the ordinary: ]
Thank you for the gift, Dimitri. I'll be sure to wear it often.