#aha i already said this is one of my favs last time
Oh my god I finished the whump fic.
50k and more of one Beauregard Lionett being put through an unreality ringer, separated from her friends for a day in real time and held for weeks in a pocket of distorted time. Singled out specifically for the will and the love of freedom that defines her and broken from the inside by a god and its helpers.
And then put back together with the help of the Nein, because obviously. Much of what happened is explained. Enough. There are a few threads left. That’s okay. They’re not the big ones.
Eleven chapters, sixteen months. Damn. Proud of it.
