She tries to imagine herself afraid, tries to imagine losing the War, tries to imagine earning the ire of the Mage's Association for her plot -- all that lingers is a dream of sunlight, of dying after a wasting illness, of not being able to grasp her own husband's hand. And when she fixes on how it makes her feel, she doesn't like it.
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Date: 2012-09-03 08:09 pm (UTC)"Then give me something else to shout," she says.