"Then who are you?" There is a warning in her tone. It was laced with tiredness. She craved peace. Yet, she found herself fighting at any corner. Vision had received no burial and her powers had manifested her grief into something horrific. Even when she had noticed what had happened, it was impossible to let go of the reality she had created. One that real life wasn't able to offer. "How are you using his body?"
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spinningcompass,