The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Merrill]

Merrill wrinkles her nose. "Alchemical? Never learned much of that sort of thing. Too expensive, too hard to get some of the ingredients. Most of our curing was from magic, some basic herbal tonics and gentle comfort and patience. Elder Mara-" Her breath turns to ice in her throat, the words stopping cold and her heat shattering as loss, guilt, sorrow and shame fill here.

Like every other time, guilt and shame quickly overcome loss and sorrow, leaving her a broken, wretched mess.

[Carver Amell]

Carol gives her a few moments, giving her the space to just be sad. When it seems she's lapsing into guilt, Carol continues: "They tell me trying to use magic made it worse. What's wrong with me isn't... physical. The magic gets addictive and... I couldn't get out of bed for a few days. They said it was detoxifying from the magic."

[Merrill]

It takes Merrill a few tries, even after the waiting and Carol speaking, to be able to speak herself. "Th-that s-sounds like- m-m-mind mmmmmagics?"

[Carver Amell]

Carol nods. "Yes, mind magics. To counter the darkness inside me."

[Merrill]

"Just..." The elf waves a hand vaguely. "T-tar over a hole. N-need to replace the p-p-plank."

[Carver Amell]

"How?" asks Carol, a bleak expression coming over her. "It's my soul that's damaged. There's no fixing that."

[Merrill]

"I-" Merrill has to pause again. "I was t-t-taught th-th-that- l-lo-ve and.... sssssupport. T-time. T-t-talking. M-medit-t-tation. N-nature."

[Carver Amell]

"None of that works on me," says Carol, grimly. "My twin tried, for years. She even bought me a puppy. Nothing helps. I will die, soon. Before I'm of age."

[Merrill]

"M-maybe she... T-too close?" Merrill swallows. "N-need to be firm. And... and it does h-help. You s-smile when you l-look at H-Hunter. Ev-verytime."

[Carver Amell]

Carol smiles, just a little bit, thinking of the pup, but it's gone rapidly. "It doesn't matter now. She ruined my life, what little I had going. We're not speaking to each other."

[Merrill]

"Oh. Okay," Merrill mumbles. Which one is your twin? I hope it's not Marian. She was... nice, but if she hurt her sister like this... Still... "...what makes it d-dark?"

[Carver Amell]

"What do you mean?" asks Carol. "It's always there. It gets worse and better sometimes but.."

[Merrill]

"Sh-Shadows are c-cast," she mumbles. Darkness always has a source.

[Carver Amell]

She shrugs a little. "I'm just... broken. Defective."

[Merrill]

"Being broken is hard," Merrill says softly.