[Her hands can do more than hurt. Ebisu was so certain of that months ago. Her hands hang as if there's more she wants to say, the contradictory "but...". There isn't one this time. Just the uncertain hang because she's not sure where to go.]
But there's still a lot of guilt there. Not the blighting kind, just...guilt. And anger. Sadness. It's why I haven't told any of my gods yet. Still working it out.
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[Her hands can do more than hurt. Ebisu was so certain of that months ago. Her hands hang as if there's more she wants to say, the contradictory "but...". There isn't one this time. Just the uncertain hang because she's not sure where to go.]
But there's still a lot of guilt there. Not the blighting kind, just...guilt. And anger. Sadness. It's why I haven't told any of my gods yet. Still working it out.