Mayellite
“Binita.”
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“Binita!”
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“BINITA!”
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“BINIIITA!”
Strained hisses straining hard to not break their whisper… Desperate… He was so desperate… Desperately trying to rouse my response… Desperation was the new world, but no matter how desperate you got, nothing changed. Ever. Nope… Desperation never changed a thing. Pleading, begging, hoping, hissing—nothing desperate mattered. This was our fate, and nothing changed fate, especially not desperation.
