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Lustre’s POV

My vision had been blurred by the tears I’d just shed and my cheeks were stained with traces of my dried up tears as well. Since the elder’s death, every day had seemed just as unfulfilling as the last, socially because my evenings held no meaning without the hours we spent together knitting and trading stories from our past.

It’d been a nonchalant act of compliance, but I’d finally given in to the fact that the elder’s death had hurt me because of the meaningful and impactful relationship we’d built in the months we spent together. At first she’d just been a link to Alpha Fleki’s past, but all of that had changed drastically the more we spent time together.

More than I was willing to admit, the elder’s death hadn't stung so badly because she was one of the persons whose connection to Alpha Fleki would've been helpful to my mission. Instead, I’d been genuinely mourning her end because I’d actually grown to like her without knowing it. But if her passing affected me so mu