There are papers scattered on Rachel's desk, semi-frantic writing in the Queen's penmanship on many. She picks them up now, leans against her desk as she holds them, absently shuffling through them.
"I've been-- trying to record the-- flashbacks I've been seeing," she begins, "Many are simply snippets, so it's hard to tell the details, but--" Another ruffling of the papers before she simply sets them back down on her desk. Her expression is sober as she meets Säde's eyes, "I've reason to believe that I-- that is, Astraia-- may have been killed in the course of the war."
And given what they understood of what she meant to The Magician, that was plenty of reason for the division that occurred since.
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"I've been-- trying to record the-- flashbacks I've been seeing," she begins, "Many are simply snippets, so it's hard to tell the details, but--" Another ruffling of the papers before she simply sets them back down on her desk. Her expression is sober as she meets Säde's eyes, "I've reason to believe that I-- that is, Astraia-- may have been killed in the course of the war."
And given what they understood of what she meant to The Magician, that was plenty of reason for the division that occurred since.