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#me keeping the timeline vague because I genuinely don't remember the minute details of C1
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@pluresque continued from x
     It had all been a bit of a blur. Fall of the Briarwoods, reclaiming of Whitestone, rebuilding efforts of the city, and then the Conclave, and then his responsibilities for Vox Machina, and then, and then, and then. 
     Time, the most precious resource of all. Easy to lose track of, even easier to let it slip through your fingers. 
     He doesn’t recognize it at first, more than happy to slip back into the role of Lord that was expected of him. A welcomed sense of repetition and protocol. But it nagged at him, like a joke he was not privy to, in plain sight yet elusive all at once. Then, in a moment same as any other, it hits him, suddenly, violently, shaking him to his core. --Why did he see himself in Cassandra’s eyes?
     She used to be the loud one. The youngest, getting away with things he could not have simply due to her age. The fires of youth burning bright in her. Used to. Now... Now she was quiet, noticeably so. Keeping up the expected appearances and adherence to the protocols their titles required, sure, but it was just that, pretend. 
     Years ago, he would not have cared. Would have been content to leave Cassandra, or any of their siblings really, to deal with whatever troubles they’ve had going on on their own. But times had changed, and so had they. If they could not accept it, if they could not adapt, then they would be doomed once more. 
      ‘‘ May I come in, my lady?’’ Recognition stings once more as he looks into her eyes. The same tired eyes, same distant voice. Funny, for siblings who had been raised so far apart, they were starting to eerily resemble one another.
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