flora
Flora watches Nova struggle with her feelings, the silence between them stretching thin as the sea breeze. The young girl's vulnerability tugs at something inside her, the infection’s influence warring with her inherent empathy. After a pause that feels both too short and too long, Flora speaks again, her voice softer, an attempt to bridge the gap her earlier bluntness had forged.
"I mean that even though the reasons might not be... ideal, your mom wanted you, Nova," she explains, trying to find a silver lining in the dark cloud hanging over their conversation. Flora shifts slightly, pulling her knees closer to her chest as she looks out at the sea, mirroring Nova's introspection. "Sometimes, knowing the whole story about why we’re here can be tough. But it doesn’t define who we are, or who we can be."
She glances back at Nova, her expression earnest. "You get to make your own choices now, build your own life. That’s what matters." She offers a tentative smile, hoping to see a spark of Nova's earlier vibrancy return. "You're not just a plan or a trade. You’re Nova, and you're gonna be the strongest in all of Caido, right?"
"I mean that even though the reasons might not be... ideal, your mom wanted you, Nova," she explains, trying to find a silver lining in the dark cloud hanging over their conversation. Flora shifts slightly, pulling her knees closer to her chest as she looks out at the sea, mirroring Nova's introspection. "Sometimes, knowing the whole story about why we’re here can be tough. But it doesn’t define who we are, or who we can be."
She glances back at Nova, her expression earnest. "You get to make your own choices now, build your own life. That’s what matters." She offers a tentative smile, hoping to see a spark of Nova's earlier vibrancy return. "You're not just a plan or a trade. You’re Nova, and you're gonna be the strongest in all of Caido, right?"
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
