[Just like that, the compulsion is gone. And in that same moment, everything else comes flooding in at once. The pain, the terror, the regret.
Estelle remains on her knees, making no move to stand. Tears fill her eyes, spilling over and trailing down her cheeks. She makes no effort to stop them. She looks up, too, at the spirit, but she has no words for it right now.]
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Estelle remains on her knees, making no move to stand. Tears fill her eyes, spilling over and trailing down her cheeks. She makes no effort to stop them. She looks up, too, at the spirit, but she has no words for it right now.]