So much death.
So many lies.
Centuries old news still hit her like a ton of bricks, weighing her down and drowning her in the anguishing blood-covered truths that stared unyielding back at her.
It cleaved her heart from her chest and left a gushing mess.
But what of it.
What was her pain compared to the mass graves.
The enslavement.
The pestilence.
The nightmares come to life they'd been forced to live.
Her fresh searing pain was nothing stacked against their centuries. Still, it burdened her greatly to know their fate. She had always felt connected but never thought herself in any shape apart of their world. She couldn't bear the thought of taking a single thing from a people who had everything taken from them.
They were all so beautiful.
Their culture resonated her spirit, causing her to well in breathless profound respect.
If she could undo history, she'd take it all back.
