[His gaze shifts to those words with a frown. Feeling like he ought to speak up, ought to protest. But......it's too late for such things. The choice has been made, set in ink if not stone.
And, it was a choice she made freely. She could have picked any number of things; at least the loss of one's voice could be worked around.
So with a quiet sigh and a hand through his hair, Jaguar doesn't pursue his question.]
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And, it was a choice she made freely. She could have picked any number of things; at least the loss of one's voice could be worked around.
So with a quiet sigh and a hand through his hair, Jaguar doesn't pursue his question.]
....what happened next?