the chalice is yours because it allows itself to be yours. you had permission to claim it.
you had permission to ask for help.
"Tᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, 'ғɪʏᴏ. I'ᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀs."
the chalice falls silent, and yet. . . you feel its distinct sense of amusement, an ethereal sense of pity, as it fills the crevices of your fractured mind with the power of a god.
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4/17
—no, you—
you remember how small you are.
the chalice is yours because it allows itself to be yours. you had permission to claim it.
you had permission to ask for help.
"Tᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, 'ғɪʏᴏ. I'ᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀs."
the chalice falls silent, and yet. . . you feel its distinct sense of amusement, an ethereal sense of pity, as it fills the crevices of your fractured mind with the power of a god.