The little fire girl's-Leona, she reminds herself, Leona is the girl's name-stare burns. And why wouldn't it?
She's the first one to break the stare-although, in the first place, she never participated in it. Her gaze is fixed resolutely on the Asphodel Meadows she can see outside her window, the reflection of the mirror. Her mind is a mess of incomplete sentence fragments, pieces and bits of words flying through the empty space, burnt to crisp under this girl's-Leona, Leona, Leona-stare.
"Would you like another flower?"
She blinks.
Oh.
She hadn't expected that. Still not turning around, she replies to the little fire girl's-LEONA, HER NAME IS LEONA (why should I care?)-question that is full of deeper meanings and riddled with more questions than she cares to answer. "Not unless you want to watch it wither away with me."
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