a life withering away

Fish Eyes: She had eyes like his. Blue, though not the same hue, that looked like jewels. But they looked dead. Like a fish.
Like Father, Like Daughter: Claude sleeps to avoid reality. Athanasia is his daughter, so she does that too.
Don't Know Why: I knew what you trying to do, but you finding a way into my heart was something I didn't know would happen.
Blood On The Crown Can't Be Wiped Away: Plan D - Kill Claude before he kills her.

Cross-posted on my Ao3 account.