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[The Cloud of Darkness sits at the Thanksgiving table, listening as her drone husband blathers on about "grace" and "giving thanks" or some such nonsense. The other drone child listens raptly. But it's not these two that concern her.
Onion Knight sits at the other end of the table. She can't prove it, but this humiliation has to be his fault somehow, she just knows it. The Cloud glares at him in silence.
The hatred is palpable.]
Onion Knight sits at the other end of the table. She can't prove it, but this humiliation has to be his fault somehow, she just knows it. The Cloud glares at him in silence.
The hatred is palpable.]