[no. the sudden lack of warmth doesn't sting. it doesn't pierce her to her very core, shredding through the heart she had slowly allowed to start beating again. it doesn't sting, because she doesn't care]
[. . .]
[and yet, as she watches Lucina walk away, some part of her feels empty and cold. and not in the casual, unfeeling way with which she's so familiar]
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[. . .]
[and yet, as she watches Lucina walk away, some part of her feels empty and cold. and not in the casual, unfeeling way with which she's so familiar]