The Thought that Counts

Illusion isn't fully grasping the concept by this point, her mind working to grapple with the contradiction within Talyssa's lesson. If you had to trust yourself, and you were wrong.. then why trust yourself in the first place? She definitely knew what it was to have her mind clouded by desire and jealousy, that burning feeling that made her want to lash out... but were those mistakes? Illusion didn't think so. It was being herself, and she was so sick of faking all the time.
Still she listens, eyes rounding as she pretends fear is crawling up her spine, a bristle there for good measure. Burial grounds? Illusion peeked at the mounds, the possibility that there were bones underneath -- it brought a small quirk of the corner of her lips. But that visceral reaction was quickly covered up by a frown as silver eyes glanced around the group, seeking the proper response to mirror onto her own face.

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