[When was the last time that they had seen any, now that she tries to think back. Had it just been that time the two of them had lit sparklers in secret to celebrate her gaining the title of Commander? Or had it been at that one fair that he had managed to convince her to join him at? Perhaps it was Sanbreque, watched from a distance, on the Prince's birthday?
Too many memories that have folded together over time that Benedikta cannot remember, though she's not sure that she wants to recall. They are anything but sweet these days, only the bitterness remaining as they've all rotted away right down to the core by all that's happened. She doesn't want to think back. Doesn't want to drudge them up...
Yet, she knows they will come up eventually and still—]
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Too many memories that have folded together over time that Benedikta cannot remember, though she's not sure that she wants to recall. They are anything but sweet these days, only the bitterness remaining as they've all rotted away right down to the core by all that's happened. She doesn't want to think back. Doesn't want to drudge them up...
Yet, she knows they will come up eventually and still—]
You would have me watch fireworks with you?