[Before, then... Before Lilith lay dying and before she could forgive... everything... All of that, before all of that. Moving forward once more, two steps this time, Lilith reaches out with both hands - seeking something to hold on to, almost desperately. Oh, could it just be Mother, but anything at all would do now. She needs to balance herself, she who could once balance on points, when she delivers the truth to her beloved Mother who never loved her. To the moment when she drew her last breath and was gone.]
This... This place, it isn't Paris, Mother. The people who live here... call it the City. Just that.
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This... This place, it isn't Paris, Mother. The people who live here... call it the City. Just that.