Why am I so conflicted? she wondered, a frown creasing her brow. She had changed forms countless times before, always with ease and without hesitation. Yet, this time was different. Why does it matter what Manu thinks? she questioned herself, the unfamiliar sensation of doubt creeping in.


    He knows me as Svetavastra, the woman, she thought, her heart aching with uncertainty. Will he still see me the same way in this form? Will he understand that beneath this exterior, I am still the same person?


    I have never hesitated like this before, she reflected, the realisation hitting her with the force of a wave. What is it about Manu that makes me feel this way? Is it entirely the effect of the chakra imbalance?


    Focus on the present Svetavastra, she told herself firmly. There are greater issues at hand.


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