Harper
I'm as calm as a baby lamb
always being led
The mission she can think up for him is equally futile, and perhaps it's a kindness that neither of them points it out, biting their tongues and turning their cheeks. Alas, where does that leave them? More waiting. More pacing. More searching. Shadows of people waiting for tides to turn that they may not be strong enough to weather. always being led
"I wish I had the purpose you do," he says instead. Envious in the way where he sees her standing above him, radiant, and far from the kind that instills contempt in one's heart. Harper still has not found it even after abandoning his post and vanishing into the wilds. Had it all been for nothing? A fool's errand? Is this the same, a story repeating itself endlessly in the footnotes of his own story?
"I don't know. She's too dangerous to face head-on, but I worry our waiting will only allow her to gather more strength." He would suggest that abandoning the region in large numbers would leave her with the name of a ruler and little else, but clearly he can't convince her to leave, so how can he convince anyone else? "We're left with so little we can do." He wants to apologize but bites it back. It's ridiculous to think he could help her any more than her fellows. He has no power, no answers, and certainly no regional affiliation. He stares down at his knees and wonders what he's even doing here.
I'm as blue as blood
before the blood runs red
before the blood runs red
