carve ribs clean

i was raised as a scorpion
being pulled by the moon in a high tide

He nods, even as the reaction is exactly what he expected. It had surprised him too – waiting to feel the sharpness of her claws sink into him. “Yeah, far as I can tell.” And he might have left it at that were it not for the one thing that keeps coming back to him and haunting him. “I.. Brought the heart and she couldn’t even look at it. Like it was my fault it died or something.” His brows furrow, nose wrinkling slightly at the thought – because this was the time he was really trying. And everything had been out of his control.

An almost weary sigh follows it, though, with the mention of Hak Etme. “Yeah. I dunno what she sees in it.” But it isn’t his place to question it. It’s his place to watch more people leave his region, which was its own personal sting in a different way. So to the regional quest, it brightens something in him. “We’re working on a healing river.” Something that would benefit everyone for however long it lasted, nothing like the void protection he’d spent so much time on previously that seemed a smidge superfluous by the end of it.

the flood

that's why i'm broken, yeah,
am i a villain or a saint?