they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
He begins to say something, but he trails off as she focuses on the tree and the contraption within it. As she cradles it in her hands, questions him, her verdant gaze drifts up to meet Jigano’s with a quiet snort at the thought of Samuel licking something to see if it would work. She absolutely wasn’t going to put her mouth on this one, but it was interesting nonetheless to hear what someone who had been Ascended longer than she would try to get something to work.
“Alright, here we go.” She says quietly, almost hesitantly, squinting briefly as she goes to press the button. It feels weightless, and suddenly all the light is gone in their small bubble – her eyes widen, brows lift in surprise. Turning her head toward Jigano – with her ascended sight she can see him clearly. “Do you see anything?” She asks softly, as though she might disturb the peace of the darkness with her question.
“Alright, here we go.” She says quietly, almost hesitantly, squinting briefly as she goes to press the button. It feels weightless, and suddenly all the light is gone in their small bubble – her eyes widen, brows lift in surprise. Turning her head toward Jigano – with her ascended sight she can see him clearly. “Do you see anything?” She asks softly, as though she might disturb the peace of the darkness with her question.
REXANNA
