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[mashiara]

Right. Meet Kharil-asuk, ( she gestures to the side, where... it's incredibly difficult to tell there is a massive, unreasonably large snake god in the dappled shadows of the foliage. ) who assures he'll donate his venom if any of our number confess to him the darkest crime you've performed. He promises no retribution, only a start to redemption.

Which does not include devouring. Regardless. Please help. I can walk away and leave my pendant with him, or I can stay. As Wisdom, I've heard the best and worst of people many times before.

( She waits, expectant. Any who does confess a crime, betrayal, or sin can (on player choice) feel more at peace with it or relieved, for up to 24 hours. What brief kindness! )

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[rumorate]

Can't really blame him there. It's a nice distraction from everything else. But okay.

[She pauses, leaning back to try and think on which of her sins is the darkest. Does she go all the way back to how she lost her daughter, or does she focus on the things she did to try and get her back?]

I probably have more, if he's that curious, but to start, I killed a man, back home. It's a long complicated story but basically he killed my mother and I lost my daughter as a result, so I killed him for it. I tried to dress it up as me doing something pragmatic to make a deal, but I think I always knew it was revenge.

[A beat.]

The shitty part of it is, though, that it wasn't his fault. He was given powers he was never meant to have and couldn't control. He didn't mean to do it, and he didn't know what the consequences would be. But it was my daughter, and I was too angry to really think that through.

[She's not really sure she regrets it, but she wouldn't argue that it's one of the better choices she's made. Nothing about her time back home could really be qualified as a good choice, if she's honest.]

His name was Harlan.

[mashiara]

( Nynaeve's features, still caught on camera, take on an edge of worry and, as Allison continues speaking, concern, empathy. She does not, yet, know what she might feel for her own daughter in a similar case, what she would do for her children: it wasn't supposed to ever be a consideration. Wisdoms don't marry. Never mind that Wisdoms, largely, came into their profession as women who may already have had children, perhaps; not so young as she had, usually, and knowing now part of the effect was like calling to like in those who could touch the True Source, the One Power, doesn't precisely settle anything in her stomach. Only leaves it more tense, and she sets that aside for later, along with the anger for how many women are left to struggle and live or die on their own, all because they weren't rich enough in something for the Aes Sedai. )

I'm sorry. For having to endure that loss, whatever the cause.

( Softened, direct words, even while the massive wall of scales behind her shifts, and the head turns, and the view cannot contain enough of the snake god, but a shadow looms over Nynaeve, one glistening fang hovering to the side along with the maw attached. Slow beading, the venom at its tip: if any sense of relief comes around to Allison is something Nynaeve cannot know, and the snake god does not linger over, only the possibility with his acceptance of the confession. For the revenge, and the loss that motivated it. )

[rumorate]

[She never knows what to say to the apologies. When it was from their siblings, she felt as though they thought that that's all it would take to make it better again. But Nynaeve's apology actually feels like she means it, which soothes something, even if it doesn't bring Claire back.]

I miss her a lot. There might be a way to fix it, but I wound up back here before I found out if it worked.

[mashiara]

And you've been here some time, from what I understand.

( the frustration that must breed, even if she does not touch on the way to fix it. there is a depth of sadness and of... no. she cannot speak to what is, in effect, any grieving parent's due.

perhaps such things happen and are of the light in allison's world. in hers, that spirit, that one who had been a daughter, would find her way back again in the weaving of the turning of the wheel. fix it is a relative understanding, in that context. )

[rumorate]

Over two years. Though ... it's not a straight line? This happened one of the times I went through the Beacon.

[So it hasn't been more than two years trying to get her daughter back. It has been over a year though, she realizes, since her trip through the beacon.

That hurts more than she thought it would.]