And when that sky rains fire on you
And you're persona non grata
And you're persona non grata
A low, rumbling voice broke the stillness surrounding the Keeper. She turned her dark gaze upon a figure she knew immediately, though they had yet to be formally introduced. Perhaps her grandmother had thought there time for that still, but then death had claimed her. That funeral had been a small, private affair; it was only Nina there to grieve for the grumpy old woman who had raised her. That was the way her grandmother would have wanted it, though.
Pulling herself from the memory, Nina offered a quiet, "No." Her gaze was solemn as it fixed on Deimos's. "But I now know of her, thanks to the loved ones who have shared her story. Her memory will live on." Long after Rhiannon was ash, her family and friends would carry her with them. And even though Nina was not among their number, so, too, would she hold a piece of the soldier's memory. "I am sorry. I understand that she was a soldier. You must have known her." The statement was calm, with no intent to pry further - a simple recognition that as Warden, he would have more reason to grieve than she.
Pulling herself from the memory, Nina offered a quiet, "No." Her gaze was solemn as it fixed on Deimos's. "But I now know of her, thanks to the loved ones who have shared her story. Her memory will live on." Long after Rhiannon was ash, her family and friends would carry her with them. And even though Nina was not among their number, so, too, would she hold a piece of the soldier's memory. "I am sorry. I understand that she was a soldier. You must have known her." The statement was calm, with no intent to pry further - a simple recognition that as Warden, he would have more reason to grieve than she.
I'll tell you how I've been there too
And that none of it matters
And that none of it matters
Nina
