Asmodia sits on the thicker grass and stares down at her hands.

What was she wrong about?

Well, either, she's not completely useless, in some way that Erecura Herself can't foresee, like She said, or, Erecura didn't say, that anything was beyond even Her sight, She just asked other questions back, when Asmodia suggested, suggested that, somebody, somehow, somewhere, somewhere in all of everything everywhere, cared about her personally, and did this for her.

She does start crying, then.

Asmodia sits on the thicker grass and stares down at her hands.

What was she wrong about?

Well, either, she's not a useless waste of a person, in some way that Erecura Herself can't foresee, like She said, or, Erecura didn't say, that anything was beyond even Her sight, She just asked other questions back, when Asmodia suggested, suggested that, somebody, somehow, somewhere, somewhere in all of everything everywhere, cared about her personally, and did this for her.

She does start crying, then.

Asmodia sits on the thicker grass and stares down at her hands.

What was she wrong about?

Well, either, she's not a useless waste of a person, in some way that Erecura Herself can't foresee, like She said, or, Erecura didn't say, that anything was beyond Her sight, She just asked other questions back, when Asmodia suggested, suggested that, somebody, somehow, somewhere, somewhere in all of everything everywhere, cared about her personally, and did this for her.

She does start crying, then.