Star's feet touch the parapet wall, hand in hand with her, and Moon stares in wonderment at their little sister.
"The point of choice," she whispers, fingers coming to brush down Star's pale cheek. "It comes, like the waiting storm. I can feel it even if I cannot see it. A star falls, sweet sister."
The importance of Star's sacrifice, the importance of this moment, is not lost on Moon. Just as Star would give all she was for Moon, Moon would give all she was for Star.
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Star's feet touch the parapet wall, hand in hand with her, and Moon stares in wonderment at their little sister.
"The point of choice," she whispers, fingers coming to brush down Star's pale cheek. "It comes, like the waiting storm. I can feel it even if I cannot see it. A star falls, sweet sister."
The importance of Star's sacrifice, the importance of this moment, is not lost on Moon. Just as Star would give all she was for Moon, Moon would give all she was for Star.