Koa
There's going to come a day when you feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
The pencil bounces on Koa's knee as he listens to Zavien's tale, expressive face open and receptive as he tries not to let his worry show. The reminder of the Vox broadcast has his heart clenching; he'd been absolutely terrified and helpless to react, stuck on assignment when it first came through. He'd even considered abandoning his post, but duty kept him anchored, anxious and distressed. Luckily, though, reports from the Nest had finally come through: no casualties save for a companion, and a second sweep had seen the Void cleared. And so Koa'd let himself breathe easier, reassured of the safety of those he held dear.You'll rise up free and easy on that day
He'd assumed the death had referred to Sascha, but...
But of course things weren't so simple. These days, they rarely were. Clenching his jaw against the pressure rising behind his eyes, Koa scarcely takes a breath as he waits for Zav to go on, his palms sweaty as he presses them into the cloth of his pants. Sohalia wounded, a companion felled, and Zavien--
"Koa, I died."
"Oh, Zav, fuck." It's less words than an exhalation, pressed helplessly from aching lungs. It wasn't Sascha, then, it was Zavien, and though his friend sits alive before him now, the idea that he may have been lost forever hits Koa like a blow. "What - how - fuck, man, I'm so sorry. Are you, like, okay?" He pauses, shakes his head. "I mean, obviously you're okay--" he gestures toward the Dragoon at large, indicating the healed, alive body in front of him, "--but, like, are you, like... okay?"
Cus Koa can't imagine he would be, if he'd literally died.
And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
