“No, you’re human,” Dru sniffed. “I saw, all of you.”
Cryton blew out a puff of relief.
“But it’s all my fault,” Dru continued, choking on tears. “If a stray feather in your ashes could return you as a monster, then my blood in them must be why you’re… you’re…”
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