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"It would have been nice to know Honorable Scythe Bathsheba. But I'm much happier knowing the honorable Munira Atrushi." She forces her mouth into a smile, in the moment. An attempt at forgiveness. But how honorable is she really, the girl who wasn't chosen, the girl who has been left behind again and again? The librarian, the researcher, the companion, the listener; Munira can't remember an age when her life didn't belong in some form to others. How honorable can the so-called honorable Munira Atrushi really stay as the worlds move past her, time after time after time? The Library of Alexandria is darker than she remembers, now. Years on the Kwajalein Atoll with the girl and world of sunlight have dulled everything else. But Loriana is gone now, and there are no more scythes. Munira needs to rebuild. Even if she doesn't want to. Even if, for once in her life, all she wants is to destroy. The Library of Alexandria is too small. Sometimes she wonders if she should have gotten on one of those ships. ~~ A Munira Atrushi corruption fic. Spoilers for all of Arc of a Scythe.
The Honorable Munira Atrushi
