I'm not afraid of anyone. [ It's a snap response, comes out of her mouth before she can even register the actual thought. She would remember someone she fears — if she doesn't, then she can't be afraid of them.

Her shoulders square, shaking. But there's still defiance written across her face; when she speaks, her fangs are visible, dripping venom back down her own throat. ]

That still doesn't make sense. The world can change, life can be upturned in a second. But reality is reality. We have lived these lives, and that can't just be taken away from us. Not unless our minds are taken away, and if they are... if that's going to happen, what does it matter anyway?

[ She glances away, her chest heaving. Her ribs feel like they're crushing her lungs, squeezing until there isn't room for her breath. The tension in her body is reminiscent of a rabbit in a trap, still only because he is looking at her and she has frozen as a defense. ]

We haven't heard from the Old or Cardinal gods. They wouldn't allow reality to just be erased without so much as a word.