your hands are scarred from murder

SUNJATA

the flood

with every breath and every intake
tip toe further away

She doesn’t meet his gaze, and instead she pulls out an item of sorts and lets it settle in her hand as it‘s balled up, preventing him from seeing what’s inside. His gaze flies to her face instead when she speaks, talking of Cloud Mantas and how it had fallen on her, and his frown deepens somewhat. He’s not sure entirely what it means, not until he sees the trinket in her hand and his head tilts.

Where once he might have held some anger, some rage at what had happened, how foolish she had been to try and go at it alone (because he doesn’t know that she indeed wasn’t alone) that part of him is empty. And instead, he reaches for the crystal to inspect it with his own gaze.

After a few moments he looks up to meet her gaze, searching her for something while he holds his same impassive look, unable to read the thoughts in his mind through a shadowed steel. “Is it so you can swim and breathe beneath the water?” Ronin had done it, when he’d swam with Remi and the Dark Star. And it had worked then, impossibly well.

further away from this mistake
i'm no savior, i'm no saint