[ “I’m not some kind of—” “He’s not a witch.” His only defender, steadfast and sincere. The memory makes him cry harder.
It’s not something he can believe right now. But then, he can’t really believe anything good about himself. That’s the point of what Maya said, right? He trusts them, so... He’ll just have to trust Mia - the person standing here, who doesn’t remember being Mia - is telling the truth.
As they walk, the world fades around them. The maze takes pity... Or maybe there wasn’t ever a maze to begin with. ]
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It’s not something he can believe right now. But then, he can’t really believe anything good about himself. That’s the point of what Maya said, right? He trusts them, so... He’ll just have to trust Mia - the person standing here, who doesn’t remember being Mia - is telling the truth.
As they walk, the world fades around them. The maze takes pity... Or maybe there wasn’t ever a maze to begin with. ]