( Denial. There's a denial to the reality of the matter in Rita's weak murmuring, her body has been made a mess amidst the chaos, and already begins to reject the spirit inside as it shudders under Pollux's touch. The last wish that hovers on the tip of her tongue isn't even one made out of desire to keep her own life—against his better judgment, the awareness of the crimes these spirits have committed against humans and gods alike, it's the desire to grant his sister a better fate that causes a pang deep in Castor's chest. Her trembling hand, the feeble attempt at laughter...
It's a pathetic display in all, but despite his best efforts, let it not be said that Castor is completely heartless. )
We shall hear them.
( Their wishes, their regrets, their failures—perhaps the gods can succeed where this spirit has been defeated. )
Your wish cannot be granted here, but know that you and Martel will not be forgotten.
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It's a pathetic display in all, but despite his best efforts, let it not be said that Castor is completely heartless. )
We shall hear them.
( Their wishes, their regrets, their failures—perhaps the gods can succeed where this spirit has been defeated. )
Your wish cannot be granted here, but know that you and Martel will not be forgotten.