The subconscious. A place with rumors that no side or figment could survive down there. Well... one had. One that had been presumed dead. And that someone was Envy. She'd just escaped, and took in a breath of fresh air. Even after all this time, she'd remembered the way back to the mansion.
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Jealousy was having... a day. That's the only way to explain it. He felt drained. Unmotivated. He felt as if he was missing something... He longed for his sister, although she was presumably dead.
Outside, the guards didn't seem to recognize Envy.
He led Jealousy to the door. Envy's eyes widened slightly, as a smile began to spread across her face. She felt herself getting emotional already. Gosh, it had been so long...
...Heh... heheh... still have it all, huh, J..?
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Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go. — Jamie Anderson
