Oswald and his friends. They all risked their lives to save hers. They saw that inner turmoil that so few before them even knew about. And when it was over, after Gwendolyn could finally accept her shadow and exhaustion caught up with her, Oswald held her in his arms with that look of joy and concern that made her smile. He really does care about her...and she's starting to care right back...
"...The heroes from the news. They rescued me and told me about dungeons. They said dungeons mirror a person's heart, especially the parts we don't admit to."
Gwendolyn takes a deep breath and sets down the cup, steeling herself.
"Mine took the shape of a circus. Every aspect of it was run by the same person: myself. Rather, my 'shadow,' as they put it. She adjusted the lights, ran the concession stands, served as the ringleader...and so on. She strived to put out the greatest show in history and performed all manner of stunts. From tightrope walking, lion taming...my...fourth grade band class..."
It ranged from "Exactly what you'd expect from a circus" to "anything Gwen felt like was an achievement," is what she's trying to say.
"...My shadow even played the part of the lion. It was...odd, watching her jump through hoops in that suit. I-in any case, she always glanced at an empty seat in the audience. It was reserved for someone who never came. Every time she looked at it, she grew more angry and desperate..."
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Oswald and his friends. They all risked their lives to save hers. They saw that inner turmoil that so few before them even knew about. And when it was over, after Gwendolyn could finally accept her shadow and exhaustion caught up with her, Oswald held her in his arms with that look of joy and concern that made her smile. He really does care about her...and she's starting to care right back...
"...The heroes from the news. They rescued me and told me about dungeons. They said dungeons mirror a person's heart, especially the parts we don't admit to."
Gwendolyn takes a deep breath and sets down the cup, steeling herself.
"Mine took the shape of a circus. Every aspect of it was run by the same person: myself. Rather, my 'shadow,' as they put it. She adjusted the lights, ran the concession stands, served as the ringleader...and so on. She strived to put out the greatest show in history and performed all manner of stunts. From tightrope walking, lion taming...my...fourth grade band class..."
It ranged from "Exactly what you'd expect from a circus" to "anything Gwen felt like was an achievement," is what she's trying to say.
"...My shadow even played the part of the lion. It was...odd, watching her jump through hoops in that suit. I-in any case, she always glanced at an empty seat in the audience. It was reserved for someone who never came. Every time she looked at it, she grew more angry and desperate..."