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Qebhet (coolwaters) wrote in nevermore_logs,

There was a jug of chilled water in the mini-fridge. It was only plastic, lacking the weight of a stone or ceramic pitcher, and the water within was unconsecrated, but the familiar ritual of pouring helped Qebhet to centre herself.

She filled two glasses and set them both down on the coffee table, then took a seat on the couch beside Melpomene, leaving a respectful space between them. Melpomene was struggling for words, her sentences tripping over one another, but one thing Qebhet heard clearly.

"Athena told me you wouldn't leave him until you knew he would be given care." At the time, the goddess had led Qebhet to believe that Ronan had had a violent mental breakdown. Knowing what she did now, that detail took on a different cast.

Ronan had tried to rescue Melpomene's baby from her. Ronan had abducted a new mother's baby. Melpomene had struck him with her knife, and she had held him as he died. She had demanded his body be treated with dignity, even after he had ripped her son from her arms.

Two truths could stand together. And, oh, imperishable stars, what terrible truths they were.

Qebhet pushed one of the glasses closer to Melpomene. "You don't have to explain. Is there anything you would like to know?"