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    than posted an update in the group RP Level 3: The Endless Woods 1 month, 3 weeks ago

    Diana POV
    Diana was torn between genuine curiosity about how Honey’s story ended and jealousy towards this girl whom, judging by the way he spoke about her, Gabe had clearly been close with. She reminded herself sternly that she was being ridiculous, that she was here with Gabe now, not some girl from his past, and instead focused on her curiosity.
    “I hope she’s okay as well,” Diana said honestly. “I can quite relate to her — when I want something nothing can stand in my way. But I didn’t want to come to the schools either,” Diana recalled. “I mean, I felt I had to, to carry out the whole killing-the-School-Master plan but I had no true desire to come here. I was content to stay in Luskwek Shore my whole life, surrounded by my people.” She stopped walking suddenly. “But now I realise…my people were greedy and wicked. They fed me lies and sculpted me into their perfect, obedient, determined little assassin. They knew the truth about Kamaria, I’m sure they did, yet they had no qualms about bringing her back because they knew she would bring them power again. And I’m one of them. I’m the result.”
    There was a tense silence. Them Maesie reached over and squeezed her hand. “Well, now you’re surrounded by different people,” she said softly, “and you don’t have to be who they taught you to be.”
    Gabe nodded in agreement and clasped her other hand. “That’s right. Now that you know the truth you’re free to sculpt yourself. Build yourself into whoever you want to be.”
    Diana felt a huge grin blossoming over her face. She resumed waking, swinging both their hands slightly as she went. “Come on Maesie, now it’s your turn. Share with us the secrets of your past.”

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        julianaarthur replied 1 month, 3 weeks ago

        Jealous Diana is the best Diana XD

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