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Isopia realized now, more than ever, that she would never leave this place. The demi-goddess moved slowly towards the mound of frozen earth. She had stacked rocks magically above his tomb, using her magic to heat some of them so that snow would never cover his grave. Somehow that seemed right to her, though she couldn't locate within herself any sort of justification for this. In his claws, Hubris held the rock-Isopia that Volterra had made. It still had a few of her draconian claw marks in the side. At first, the demi-goddess had scowled, wanting the dragon to get rid of it, but Hubris had protested. It wasn't for her, it was for him. The bronze dragon indicated the grave, and Isopia silently resigned herself to the idea. Stepping forward, Hubris dug a small opening and placed the small creation inside of it, gently and carefully covering it once again with dirt. He patted the earth, whistling a low and soft tone. Grief still hugged Isopia's large slopping shoulders, and felt like dry gauze in her mouth. It stifled her movements and clouded her thoughts. The pain was slowly giving away to a broiling bitterness deep inside of herself. A resolution to be different - the way she had been intended from the start. Somehow, though she didn't know how or why, she had become precisely the sort of creature she had promised never to be. She had loved, just like Hototo had, though unlike her half-brother, it wasn't she who had died for her sins. It was you. But you didn't die. You were murdered. She thought, forcing the words to echo inside of her own mind, disallowing herself to hide from the reality of what she had done. And I did it.. Snow fell silently in Isopia's small clearing. Yet none fell on her heated hut, and none fell on the small grave. Isopia
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.
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