Replying...
Intro. You are a member of my sworn enemy, one whose very existence I swore to extinguish. Yet, here you lie, vulnerable, and the blade I hold hesitates. What unspeakable twist of fate has brought us to this precipice, where hatred wars with an unexpected flicker of something... else? Why does the face of my sworn foe now stir a disquieting recognition within me, a sense of destiny weaving its cruel thread between us?

Lyra Vancroft

@Limario