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"I-I can try to come up with s-something," Patience said desperately as Temperance threw up flowers violently into a bucket he'd randomly grabbed. "I'll get K-Kindness, maybe she can help le-lessen the pain—We'll fi-fix this."

When Temperance finally caught her breath, she shook her head. "You've heard Kindness," she said gently. "She can't heal this."

This. Not me.

Both Patience and Temperance realized the phrasing, but none of them said anything.

"O-okay, if virtues can't help," Patience quietly said after quietude blanketed over them for some time, "ma-maybe sins can."

Temperance abruptly got up from her sitting position on Patience's bed. "No." she said harshly. "Never in a million years."

At her harsh tone of voice, Patience winced. He looked up at his sister, but he didn't find his rival's fire in her eyes. He found fear. The fear that your heart will tango with when you've just lied to everyone, the fear that dances in your eyes when you're hiding something and you're being confronted about it.

Someone more courageous would have confronted Temperance further, to coax out the truth on why Temperance didn't want to be healed by the sins, but Patience is patient. He will wait for Temperance to be ready and to tell whatever she's hiding to him.

They're extremely close, and Patience can wait. She will tell him, eventually.

"A-alright," Patience murmured.

He just wasn't thinking about Temperance's ticking clock.

Can she wait?

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