Vesta frowns.

“Why… why would he do that?”

Her brow furrows as she stares at the ground. After a long moment, she exhales sharply and lifts her free hand to rub at her temples.

“I died.” The words come quietly. “I’ve been dead since…”

She trails off, her brow knitting further as she searches for the answer.
Her gaze shifts from Storm to Jade.

“When was the last time you saw me?” A beat. “How long has it been?”

She falls silent for a moment, then looks back towards Jade.

“When did he go to the embassy?”

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