Oh, God, I'm dying...

Oh, god.

She wants to take my name away from me. I am to ditch Talia, my other self, the part of me that throws knives and steals, and is Queen of the Streets, and is brave, and bold, and knows what she wants.

I don't know what I'm going to do yet.

That name is one of the few things I have left of those times when I could settle myself perfectly in her arms, smile up at her and be happy.

Arrr. As if things weren't bad enough.

-me