Evie
Though her home isn't far, Evie chooses a modest restaurant for her meeting with Hadama. No friends have visited her home - mostly due to her lack of them - but she also doesn't want Erebos anywhere nearby for this. Not because she thinks Hadama is a danger, mind you, but because she won't risk the correlation striking at still-tender wounds and lifting her defenses.
Maybe it's the timing of the Ursur at the gates and her decision to finally draw a line in the sand with Talyson. Maybe it's the approaching finalization of Halo's quest and all the political allyship that will involve. Maybe she's simply had enough time to parse her feelings. Either way, Evie sits at a booth in the back with a straight spine and contemplative expression, finger tracing the rim of her mug in an endless circle. She's certain of how she feels and what she wants to say. That has to be enough. She has to trust - no, not trust, hope - that Hadama will meet her halfway. Across from her, another mug of steaming coffee sits in front of an empty bench, a silent peace offering.
Maybe it's the timing of the Ursur at the gates and her decision to finally draw a line in the sand with Talyson. Maybe it's the approaching finalization of Halo's quest and all the political allyship that will involve. Maybe she's simply had enough time to parse her feelings. Either way, Evie sits at a booth in the back with a straight spine and contemplative expression, finger tracing the rim of her mug in an endless circle. She's certain of how she feels and what she wants to say. That has to be enough. She has to trust - no, not trust, hope - that Hadama will meet her halfway. Across from her, another mug of steaming coffee sits in front of an empty bench, a silent peace offering.
listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness
like a heartbeat that drives you mad
like a heartbeat that drives you mad
