Differently (drabble)

“Would you do it differently? Any of it, knowing everything we do now.”

Arc turned her head slightly, still not quite looking at Ice Queen, fingers delicately not quite holding the jar of tea in her hand.

Ice Queen didn’t really look over either, didn’t break her staring contest with whatever new nightmares had lodged in her memories from today. They were still girls, children to an unwitting observer. They were weapons and there were so many things to regret.

“If the consequences were the same,” Ice Queen finally said, softly, the tip of her mouth tightening in disgust, “no.”

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