It's true though. [ His voice is hollow, void of any emotion other than acceptance. ] I can't save her.
[ His hands uncurl, staring into his palms. He'd held her in his arms and watch her dissolve into nothingness. Was that better or worse than not knowing what had happened to her at all? He doesn't know what happened on Macha, doesn't know where, or when, or what. All he has is the whispering amongst the recruits that Honey had killed her. It sticks in his head, malicious and irritating. She did it...
The growing strength of that conviction may be something to mention, but he doesn't realize that. ]
I don't think there's anything else... I'm just tired.
[ The dreams were not restful. ]
living in ruins of the palace within my dreams - Post a comment
dancin' around the lies we tell