Thalassa
Thal doesn't fight or do much of anything but try to think past the disorienting chaos of her soul that drifts through currents of pain and despair. She feels insignificant and lost, just a speck of dust that no longer has a breeze to carry it across the ocean. Her compass is gone and no matter how hard she squints into the void, it's impossible to see past the dull purple that muddies the waters, leaving her without purpose or meaning.
When Asta's question comes, there's a lack of ire or motivation to understand in her own thoughts, her voice twinged with despair. "Does it matter?" Pierce had said they were leaving because of this world and its people, that they needed to heal Dahlia from the damage they'd done, but he'd already said they were never coming back, so even if she changed the world or killed the person who'd healed the Reaper, it wouldn't change anything. She couldn't do anything.
Biting at her lip, her shoulders curl in tighter to shield against the bleeding of her heart and the hopelessness that crashes around her. Thal takes another shaky breath, the words feeling like a death sentence as she forces out another strained whisper, "He's gone. Forever." Asta's scarred and calloused hand against her head should be a reminder that there are others still in this world, but she can't seem to latch on, her only guidance being the emptiness that doesn't answer back when she calls. A small, dry sob trembles through her, crying for help though the broken whine of her words. "I don't know what to do without him."
When Asta's question comes, there's a lack of ire or motivation to understand in her own thoughts, her voice twinged with despair. "Does it matter?" Pierce had said they were leaving because of this world and its people, that they needed to heal Dahlia from the damage they'd done, but he'd already said they were never coming back, so even if she changed the world or killed the person who'd healed the Reaper, it wouldn't change anything. She couldn't do anything.
Biting at her lip, her shoulders curl in tighter to shield against the bleeding of her heart and the hopelessness that crashes around her. Thal takes another shaky breath, the words feeling like a death sentence as she forces out another strained whisper, "He's gone. Forever." Asta's scarred and calloused hand against her head should be a reminder that there are others still in this world, but she can't seem to latch on, her only guidance being the emptiness that doesn't answer back when she calls. A small, dry sob trembles through her, crying for help though the broken whine of her words. "I don't know what to do without him."
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Stare with me into the abyss
