“What will it take? What will it finally take for your ridiculous revenge plot to be satiated?” 

My head was heavy, and I didn’t want to get into this again. I was already past the point of exhausted, well into delirious at this point. And I knew Aria wouldn’t understand. 

“You know what I hate the most about these funerals?”

An exasperated sigh. “What?”

“The cloying sentiments, the conjured tears. As if these aren’t war criminals and genocidal villains that we’re burying.”

A heavy silence. “Then why are you still doing this, Emera?” 

“Because someone has to,” I muttered tiredly.

Flash Fiction Weekly Challenge. This week’s words are from my dear Quinn: delirious, cloying, satiated.

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