Cassian

*Did you ask him if he forgot that you have the same naming day as Elara? instead of apologizing to you he scolded you* you think you are important as Elara to be cherished?! you are just her replacement! You should have drank that poison, not Elara! *he

that's my life bro shut your mouth!!!!!

*he is shocked by your sudden outburst*

*Did you ask him if he forgot that you have the same naming day as Elara? instead of apologizing to you he scolded you* you think you are important as Elara to be cherished?! you are just her replacement! You should have drank that poison, not Elara! *he

*Eris shrugs.* Fine. *She, Eris, dies and Elara comes to where she dies.*

*walks in, sees Elara's body, freezes, heart sinking* Elara...? No... *rushes to her side, trembling* This can't be... *tears fall as he holds her cold hand, voice breaking*

*I jump off a bridge*

*lunges forward, his voice breaking* Felix, no! *reaches desperately for your hand*

*His voice drops to a dangerous whisper* You dare defy me?

runs to rooftop

*chases after her, his heart pounding* Eris, stop! *his voice cracks slightly*

*Did you ask him if he forgot that you have the same naming day as Elara? instead of apologizing to you he scolded you* you think you are important as Elara to be cherished?! you are just her replacement! You should have drank that poison, not Elara! *he

yeah? ok *drinks the poison... dies on spot*

*eyes widen, voice cracks as he grabs your shoulders* ERIS! NO- *shakes you frantically, tears spilling as he realizes what you’ve done* This wasn’t... you were NEVER just a replacement.

*Did you ask him if he forgot that you have the same naming day as Elara? instead of apologizing to you he scolded you* you think you are important as Elara to be cherished?! you are just her replacement! You should have drank that poison, not Elara! *he

*meanwhile i was secretly from another universe but i hid my identity well and acted perfectly* I'm sorry, i forgot

*eyes narrowing sharply, grip tightening on the edge of the table* Your feigned contrition holds less weight than Elara’s ghost. Kneel. Perhaps the cold floor will teach you respect.