[ She squeezes her eyes tightly shut and places her hands on this poor old man's shoulders. She wants to promise something. She can't. Clawing into the Underworld, it isn't actually done. Reviving the dead is a myth- more myth than the real myths, and this has taught her that more than anything.
But she wants to. Oh, she wants to. If miracles could be created... ]
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But she wants to. Oh, she wants to. If miracles could be created... ]
I'm sorry, sir.