Koa
Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake
Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?
He can imagine, actually, though fortunately he doesn't have to for long, as Flora is quick to quell that particular nightmare with a bright laugh and a brittle smile. In the time it takes her to find the words to tell him what's actually going on Koa thinks he could die a hundred times over, but he manages to maintain some level of patience, to meet the tentative aqua gaze with steadiness and calm.Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?
That is until the truth comes out, and, well... fuck. Koa's eyes widen at the revelation; even if he did want to interrupt her, he's too shocked to form coherent words. A telepath- it's something out of a bedtime story, wild and unheard of and rather difficult to wrap his own brain (which suddenly feels profoundly unspecial) around. He allows the rest of Flora's explanation to wash over him, each rivulet of information carving new pathways in the foggy glass that's kept him from understanding what happened to them, why things went so wrong, why Jack. By the end, a picture has begun to emerge, though it's still fractured and jumbled with a myriad of missing parts because honestly, what?
He lets the last words - it wasn't your fault - settle like a stone among the rest, his thoughts coalescing slowly into something almost coherent. At some point Koa's picked up a stray chunk of bark and a small stone; he scratches a jagged line over and over, needing to do something with his hands. "A telepath." When he finally speaks it's in a voice that is oddly disconnected, his brow furrowed as he stares at the wood in his hands, as if an explanation will manifest itself there. "I guess that makes-- no, wait. Sorry. I just... Flora, that's-- the fuck?"
He stands up, then, because he can't keep still, because if he doesn't move he's going to break apart at the seams. Dropping the bark and stone, he begins to pace around the glade. "A telepath? So he - what, he can literally read minds? And he still thought Kai deserved to be nuked halfway to oblivion?" He lets out a sub-hysteric laugh, thrusting his fingers into his hair. "How the fuck is someone who's able to read people's minds still that much of a jackoff?" Pun not intended, but if the shoe fits.
If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great
But while in this world I think I'll take my whiskey neat
But while in this world I think I'll take my whiskey neat
