"What /is/ important, then?" "Stories, stories, stories, stories, /stories/." Flame stressed the last repetition, the importance of it clear & bright, like she once had been. Gwen flinched at the remembrance. "And with them, Truth." She saw the conflict on her sister's face, but didn't acknowledge it. Still, an internal - upset and upsetting - voice, muttered, /Yours./ How long could this hold?