A joy hard-learned in winter was the warming of the bed
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
She takes it... well, not as badly as she could have. She doesn't run away, at least. And it's a weight off of the boy's shoulders, finally letting this out; selfishly, he feels better - at least now he doesn't have to keep pretending that anything's okay.
Of course it isn't any sort of solution, and Noe's quick enough to retort. Folding his arms across his chest, Koa huffs a hollow laugh. A part of him knows he needs to retreat, that there's nothing to be gained by pushing forward. But the floodgates are open now; no putting the tide back. "Literally that's what every infected person says."
Shaking his head, Koa at last turns back to his sister. "Noe - if the Family aren't monsters, why didn't the take over our home? Why did they banish me into the wilds for seasons? Send monsters to attack Torchline, and Halo, and Gods know where else?" He's growing properly heated now, months of terror and indignation intensifying his voice. "Why did they need to fill Wilds with their weird infected monsters, if they're our so-called 'Friends'? Why did they murder Flora and Zavien and probably others?! What kind of Friend does that?!"
Of course it isn't any sort of solution, and Noe's quick enough to retort. Folding his arms across his chest, Koa huffs a hollow laugh. A part of him knows he needs to retreat, that there's nothing to be gained by pushing forward. But the floodgates are open now; no putting the tide back. "Literally that's what every infected person says."
Shaking his head, Koa at last turns back to his sister. "Noe - if the Family aren't monsters, why didn't the take over our home? Why did they banish me into the wilds for seasons? Send monsters to attack Torchline, and Halo, and Gods know where else?" He's growing properly heated now, months of terror and indignation intensifying his voice. "Why did they need to fill Wilds with their weird infected monsters, if they're our so-called 'Friends'? Why did they murder Flora and Zavien and probably others?! What kind of Friend does that?!"
Koa Carpenter
Wrap the blanket over you and keep your head within
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
