[ Strange has him there. If even changelings can tell, wouldn't it only be a matter of time before the rest of the carnival could? He's not even sure. He never asked that, he never even thought to, and so his anger just collapses and for the barest of moments he struggles to keep his composure.
Though he had made his peace with Pythia in the end, that had been more akin deciding it was pointless to hate himself. It didn't fix the root of the problem. He could still hate that, the Winter Court, the Count, that entire world and it's god awful spell. ]
Then what am I supposed to do? [ As much as he hates to admit it, he doesn't know. ] The Ringmaster can't fix it. She doesn't even know if it can be fixed.
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Though he had made his peace with Pythia in the end, that had been more akin deciding it was pointless to hate himself. It didn't fix the root of the problem. He could still hate that, the Winter Court, the Count, that entire world and it's god awful spell. ]
Then what am I supposed to do? [ As much as he hates to admit it, he doesn't know. ] The Ringmaster can't fix it. She doesn't even know if it can be fixed.