[ If it's not too late Can I change this fate of mine?
But it is too late. She couldn't survive the winter. She couldn't survive the school. Orpheus tried to walk her out of hell, and that was impossible, too. Eurydice is dead, and right now, she's sick and tired of doing everything she can to change that and failing.
She stares down at that mug, and her shoulders tense up a little, like she's closing in on herself, bit by bit. She closes her eyes, then opens. They're a little damp. ]
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Can I change this fate of mine?
But it is too late. She couldn't survive the winter. She couldn't survive the school. Orpheus tried to walk her out of hell, and that was impossible, too. Eurydice is dead, and right now, she's sick and tired of doing everything she can to change that and failing.
She stares down at that mug, and her shoulders tense up a little, like she's closing in on herself, bit by bit. She closes her eyes, then opens. They're a little damp. ]
Why should it work this time?