[Lucretia already looks desperate, clutching her journal to her chest in some form of comfort. Magnus... wouldn't hurt her. He'd never. He gets angry, sure, but--
She always can't help but jump to the worst conclusion. It's how she survives. So she straightens up, lets herself go serious. Push down your fear. Get through it.]
Magnus, I would tell you if I could, but I can't here. I always intended on telling you three when everything was done. You're my f͟͝à̛͝͞m̷̨͡į̨͜͜ļ҉̶́͡y͘͘.̧̕͟͜
[She doesn't even know if that's kept out, but considering their relationships were axed, it might be. She'd usually talk around it, but thanks to Wonderland, she can't. She can only barrel ahead.
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She always can't help but jump to the worst conclusion. It's how she survives. So she straightens up, lets herself go serious. Push down your fear. Get through it.]
Magnus, I would tell you if I could, but I can't here. I always intended on telling you three when everything was done. You're my f͟͝à̛͝͞m̷̨͡į̨͜͜ļ҉̶́͡y͘͘.̧̕͟͜
[She doesn't even know if that's kept out, but considering their relationships were axed, it might be. She'd usually talk around it, but thanks to Wonderland, she can't. She can only barrel ahead.
Hah. How appropriate, for Magnus.]