Got no plans and I've got no money
Gone are the days of milk and honey
Gone are the days of milk and honey
As Soh darted to Zavien's side, she took in the set of his shoulders, the way his head dipped with something that looked suspiciously like grief. She recognized the way he steeled himself to share the news with her, if only because she had once shouldered similar burdens. And still it did not occur to her that Safrin's warning would be so dire, that they would have no path of recourse. She merely frowned, wondering how difficult the path set before them would be.
And then the Commander was speaking, doing his best to hold it together for them both as Soh's world shattered around her.
Stormbreak was crumbling. Because of the Void infection. Because she had been too weak to keep hold of the city when the Family had come to call. It all traced back to her inability to maintain her position, the ease with which she'd been captured.
It was all her fault.
A crushing grief crashed over her. She lifted a hand to her lips as she took a sharp breath, the sudden inhalation feeling like a knife between her ribs. My fault, my fault, my fault -
When she opened her mouth to speak, no sound came out. Her thoughts spiraled, fracturing around different thoughts and ideas. Was there nothing Safrin could do? And if not Safrin, then maybe Vi? Someone, anyone - there had to be some solution that they simply weren't seeing, some way to save their home. But if there was... then why would Zavien look as broken as Soh felt?
She turned sharply away, wrapping her arms around her midriff as though to hold herself together, unable to look Zavien in the eye when she was certain she would find only blame and dismay there to mirror her own. Without Tarak, there was nothing to tether her, nothing to help contain the myriad emotions swirling in the depths of her mind.
But she had failed Zavien before, and something in her rebelled against doing so again. She would not ask him to comfort her when this was a grave of her own making.
Somehow, she managed a hoarse whisper: "There's nothing we can do?"
And then the Commander was speaking, doing his best to hold it together for them both as Soh's world shattered around her.
Stormbreak was crumbling. Because of the Void infection. Because she had been too weak to keep hold of the city when the Family had come to call. It all traced back to her inability to maintain her position, the ease with which she'd been captured.
It was all her fault.
A crushing grief crashed over her. She lifted a hand to her lips as she took a sharp breath, the sudden inhalation feeling like a knife between her ribs. My fault, my fault, my fault -
When she opened her mouth to speak, no sound came out. Her thoughts spiraled, fracturing around different thoughts and ideas. Was there nothing Safrin could do? And if not Safrin, then maybe Vi? Someone, anyone - there had to be some solution that they simply weren't seeing, some way to save their home. But if there was... then why would Zavien look as broken as Soh felt?
She turned sharply away, wrapping her arms around her midriff as though to hold herself together, unable to look Zavien in the eye when she was certain she would find only blame and dismay there to mirror her own. Without Tarak, there was nothing to tether her, nothing to help contain the myriad emotions swirling in the depths of her mind.
But she had failed Zavien before, and something in her rebelled against doing so again. She would not ask him to comfort her when this was a grave of her own making.
Somehow, she managed a hoarse whisper: "There's nothing we can do?"
Green eyes and a head of gold
I'll give you two dollars if you save my soul
I'll give you two dollars if you save my soul
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
