Chapter Thirty-Five: Seeds of Reconciliation
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POV: *Lavender*
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Fate must have heard me come up the stairs. He seemed to be right on my heels and pushed his way through before I could shut the door in his face. I didn’t want to talk to him.
I wanted to stew in the information the doctor had given me. Specifically, I wanted to wallow in a bit of self-hate. Demi made self-criticism a creature of comfort.
Her insults didn’t hurt nearly as bad if I had already thought of myself as she did before she pointed it out. It was almost like watching her tell a joke that I had just finished telling. Either way, I wasn’t completely convinced that this time my ritual would be as effective.
He barreled into the room ready for a fight, but I didn’t have it in me. I was superb at holding my tongue, but after the interaction with Cerberus, my filter didn’t seem in place. I didn’t want to screw up more than I already apparently had.