RAGNA POV...
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In my eyes, every single member of my family was worth more than any amount of money this world could offer—every one of them were precious beyond measure, irreplaceable beyond reason—except that bastard Gustav, of course, who didn't even deserve a passing thought.
I loved them deeply, to the very point I thought it was on border of obsession, and I cared for them with everything I had and everything I was becoming.
I wasn't willing to let anyone or anything take them away from me, not the hateful villagers who whispered behind our backs, not sickness that gnawed at my sister's fragile body, not even this cruel world itself if it dared to reach out its filthy hands toward the people I loved.
The thought of how little they were able to enjoy life because of me clawed at my chest every night, a quiet but relentless agony, and it was that pain that pushed me to act.
