The revelation hadn't exploded in the hall like a bomb.
It would have been easier if it had been like that. Bombs were simple. They exploded, destroyed something, and it was over.
That, on the other hand, kept happening.
The information remained alive in the air, swirling among the people, bouncing from one side to the other, returning with more force every time someone tried to organize the family tree in their head.
Sapphire and Sepphirothy were sisters.
Not just sisters.
Twins.
Literal twins, born from the same origin, separated by pride, war, magic, trauma, family denial, and an absurd amount of bad decisions that apparently no one found necessary to explain beforehand.
Katharina had been walking in circles around Sapphire for almost five minutes.
It wasn't a calm circle. It was the kind of investigative circle made by someone trying to decide if their own mother was a criminal, an idiot, a victim of cosmic circumstances, or all of the above at the same time.
