thinking about harrow nova… thinking about her all the time. the war crime that wasn’t even worth it. the proof that her parents didn’t love her for anything but the power nurtured in her the remnant of what they did. there is no reliable source of sympathy from anyone except for crux, who loves her as a traditionalist loves anything, and maybe ortus; but then that can’t be reliable, either. ortus can only be sympathetic in ways that aren’t enough. she doesn’t even call her parents hers; ortus calls them the reverend instead of her parents seemingly at her behest. the Daughter (read: gideon) intervened when harrow lay bleeding over an altar whipped half to death, and she’s been holding it over harrow ever since. what a miserable life she must have had. what a miserable life to imagine: harrowhark nonagesimus still considered it preferable to her own.