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Kanon promptly froze. She hadn’t expected the other’s question. It had just been a wayward remark that she thought wouldn’t garner a response. Her hand dropped over to a fold in her dress.

How much did Bex know about corruption? It had swept the continent half a year or so before, affecting many of the deities that had once helped the world run smoothly. Despite the large scale, she wasn’t sure. Was the effects of the damage minimal where Bex had lived? Or maybe the cause had been detached from the effects.

Sure, she wasn’t corrupted now, but she looked too close to her corrupted counterpart for her liking. It was evident that Bex wouldn’t have known Requiem — she’d have brought up the resemblance if she did — but what if Kanon told her now? That she contributed to a worldwide disaster?

In the end, Kanon decided to go with something vague. From where her hand had fallen, she pulled out the picture from earlier. The one that depicted a non-rotting Kanon in a pink dress. “I guess... it’s pretty obvious that this is me right? And yeah, you’d be right. It’s what I looked like maybe a year or half ago. Then something happened and—“ she shrugged. “I ended up like this, and a goddess of death.”