[open] don't close the coffin yet; any

[Agetta]

The casual tone that Atrox uses with her is infuriating. As though she does not have many justified reasons for hating him. She has to wonder whether she’d find a reason to be angry with him over everything - she could watch him save the life of a foal with a scowl on her face. Not that he would ever do something so kind, so instead she is just set fuming by the little things - like when his yellow gaze flickers from her and then back. She’s made so many friends with strange eyes lately, the orange of Garbage. Even the golden of Set she can find beauty in. But the yellow of Atrox? The worst of them all. There is one thing keeping her back from lunging at him when he brings up their son, and that is the new life growing in her now. She sees read for a minute though. It does not matter how many years have passed, she has not forgotten what it felt like to be overpowered by the stallion standing before her. That autumn scene plays in her head, as well as the birth of their son. A boy born steel grey, a perfect blend of his parents. Caught between them from the very beginning. A savage father and a weak mother. Everything about Abner’s kidnapping, his growth as another mare’s son, the way he was twisted against her, does not exist in Agetta’s mind. To her, he is just another of her children that she has failed by not being present. Another time she failed herself when she did not fight off an assailant well enough and bore a child out of hatred instead of love. The fire fades, flickers into embers (can it ever truly fade away in Atrox’s presence?), and leaves behind a sad, somber truth. “He is better, I think, for not being in either of our company.” Surely, if nothing else, they could agree on that. we are made of starstuff

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