(She can't tell if anything she's saying is having an affect on him, but she's guessing probably not, the way he's pulled back from the edge of the shield and looked away from her. There's only so much she can do, Lucretia thinks dully, and rests her forehead on the surface of the bubble for a moment, and then– what else is there? It is desperately hard to think that she'll have to get used to the reality of him never forgiving her. It's not unreasonable of him by any standard, but Lucretia knows there will always be a very small and miserable part of her that will forever wish things could some how be different. Some how she must learn to smother it. But how is she supposed to let him go for good? The anguish is near crippling; the loss of a brother, one sixth of her heart.
The bubble is cold underneath of her skin and when she opens her eyes, Taako half-frozen in its center.)
Taako– (Panic explodes in her chest, catching in her throat and she dissolves the bubble immediately,) Stop! Stop– (Dispel magic puts an end to the cone of cold no problem but when she puts her hands on his arms his frozen skin stings her palms and she jerks back, horrified, tears springing into her eyes anew.) What are you doing–
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The bubble is cold underneath of her skin and when she opens her eyes, Taako half-frozen in its center.)
Taako– (Panic explodes in her chest, catching in her throat and she dissolves the bubble immediately,) Stop! Stop– (Dispel magic puts an end to the cone of cold no problem but when she puts her hands on his arms his frozen skin stings her palms and she jerks back, horrified, tears springing into her eyes anew.) What are you doing–