Guilt is a bitter brew

“I’m so sorry” Motif cried, hearing even in Poem’s words, that she shouldn’t have left the pack. Poem might not be making the connection, but this really was all Motif’s fault. It all started because she left, even Poem could see that leaving was bad. Motif curled in on herself, a miserable ball. She almost wished she was back in Ashen, having Venom beat her up. She would rather that then find out her mother was dead. She deserved that, worthless as she was.

“Poem, you always know what to do, you have to know!” Motif said, pawing at her sister, and trying to crawl into the crook of her sisters arm. She didn’t deserve comfort, but she was selfish enough to try for it regardless.