Chucck!
Chucckk!
Raven's body was riddled with deep, jagged sword wounds as Noirix continued stabbing her relentlessly with the broken blade.
But Raven didn't even flinch. She didn't try to resist Noirix, her mind lost in a storm of emotions, spiraling deeper into an.... identity crisis.
She had stolen her younger sister's identity… but why? For what reason?
So that she wouldn't be consumed by the crushing loneliness in this world, nothing more and nothing less!
And yet, when she looked into her sister's accusing eyes, saw the hatred and sorrow there, and heard her say she'd taken not only her identity but also her very soul… Raven understood. She realized, painfully, that she had never once considered how it felt for her sister.
All she'd thought of was escaping her own emptiness. She hadn't considered her sister, who clung desperately to her own identity, unwilling to be anyone else.