Weaver
So precious is this life, this gift,
this temporary blindness.
this temporary blindness.
She chuckles at his discomfort with the life debt. It was stuff like this that would take getting used to, these strange customs that no Halovian would even really think twice about. ”Most aren’t even going to say something to you. They’ll just assume you know it’s a thing and you’ll cash in if you want. But also, if you heal my broken arm I don’t owe you shit. If you jump in front of a beastie for me when I’d otherwise die, I do. If you cure my disease when I’m on my deathbed, I do, but not if you cure it before it feels hopeless.” She doesn’t really know how to explain it. It was just one of those things she understood, and eventually, so would he. Still, she tries her best to make some sense of it for him.
Weaver rolls her eyes slightly, not at Loren, but at Korbin. ”He probably didn’t, but he doesn’t even believe me, so don’t take it personally.” It didn’t bother her that he’d offered advice to Korbin. Honestly, maybe her brother needed to hear some of it from someone other than Weaver. Sometimes it was that third-party source that made the truth sink in, though in this case, Korbin would be offended that the third-party source was an Outlander.
Her grin widens, though she tries to put on a look of being offended as he holds the scones over his head. ”Low blow, Loren,” she says, except that she happens to be on a counter. She pulls herself all the way up and tries to snag one of the scones from the tray, despite the fact they were probably going to burn her fingers. Not the point. The point is only to fight back.
”Yes, it may not be your place, but your brother may need to figure out his very quickly.” The implications are clear enough. He figures it out or who knows what might happen. She is not sure how long the people of Halo will keep not caring. ”There is only so much you can do to make up for him.”
Weaver rolls her eyes slightly, not at Loren, but at Korbin. ”He probably didn’t, but he doesn’t even believe me, so don’t take it personally.” It didn’t bother her that he’d offered advice to Korbin. Honestly, maybe her brother needed to hear some of it from someone other than Weaver. Sometimes it was that third-party source that made the truth sink in, though in this case, Korbin would be offended that the third-party source was an Outlander.
Her grin widens, though she tries to put on a look of being offended as he holds the scones over his head. ”Low blow, Loren,” she says, except that she happens to be on a counter. She pulls herself all the way up and tries to snag one of the scones from the tray, despite the fact they were probably going to burn her fingers. Not the point. The point is only to fight back.
”Yes, it may not be your place, but your brother may need to figure out his very quickly.” The implications are clear enough. He figures it out or who knows what might happen. She is not sure how long the people of Halo will keep not caring. ”There is only so much you can do to make up for him.”
Burn and drown and embrace the false dark,
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
then grasp the unthinkable height of resulting joy.
