There is love inside this madness
We are walking on the moon
We are walking on the moon
Maybe it would be better to have it out with Koa now, before even more time passes with even more things left unsaid between them. But she was so tired, depleted in ways that she couldn’t even begin to explain, and suddenly the thought of having this conversation at this moment just felt exhausting. She was almost relieved when Koa latched onto her stilted question, and though his answer was depressing, at least it was something else to talk about, to think about. They could deal with the rest some other time, when Soh had had a bath and a nap and time to figure out what she actually wanted from him after all this time.
”Okay. That’s good,” she replied, voice soft and sympathetic. ”Not - that it’s just you, but that they’re, you know, taken care of.” As taken care of as they could be, anyway. She didn’t ask where they were going or what they would do. That felt too personal, and she was doing her best to keep this… what, exactly? Gods, she didn’t even know anymore. But she didn’t feel like getting into the details of his family’s life when she wasn’t sure where she stood in his.
His question, though, took her aback, and she blinked in surprise at the unexpected olive branch, struggling with the insane urge to laugh, because this wasn’t funny, but what else was she supposed to do? What did she need? How about a city that wasn’t dying, as a start? Her silence this time wasn’t born of awkward anxiety, but of a genuine lack of clarity. ”I don’t know, Koa,” she said finally, exhaustion in every syllable. ”I just -“ And she gestured vaguely around, towards the thousands of lives shifting irrevocably around them. ”I need to get these people to safety. I need to do what I can to protect whatever’s left of my home. And then? If I’m still breathing? I guess I need to figure out what the fuck I’m supposed to do next.”
”Okay. That’s good,” she replied, voice soft and sympathetic. ”Not - that it’s just you, but that they’re, you know, taken care of.” As taken care of as they could be, anyway. She didn’t ask where they were going or what they would do. That felt too personal, and she was doing her best to keep this… what, exactly? Gods, she didn’t even know anymore. But she didn’t feel like getting into the details of his family’s life when she wasn’t sure where she stood in his.
His question, though, took her aback, and she blinked in surprise at the unexpected olive branch, struggling with the insane urge to laugh, because this wasn’t funny, but what else was she supposed to do? What did she need? How about a city that wasn’t dying, as a start? Her silence this time wasn’t born of awkward anxiety, but of a genuine lack of clarity. ”I don’t know, Koa,” she said finally, exhaustion in every syllable. ”I just -“ And she gestured vaguely around, towards the thousands of lives shifting irrevocably around them. ”I need to get these people to safety. I need to do what I can to protect whatever’s left of my home. And then? If I’m still breathing? I guess I need to figure out what the fuck I’m supposed to do next.”
Though I don't believe in magic
I believe in me and you
I believe in me and you
Sohalia
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
