thousand times I've fallen

KIADA you kneel and say your prayers with shaking hands and a mouth full of metal but the blood in your mouth tastes nothing She could empathize with him. She could tell him all of the experiences she had. She could tell him about how she’d gone from world to world and lost everything. But she doesn’t. Instead she stands beside the door as he begins to make his way through, before some sort of frustration begins to take over the Harpy. She can see the sweat beading down him, see the way it almost seems like he sways. And so she reaches out as he passes her, reaching for his arm, fully expecting him to pull it away from her but not caring. “Let me help you, Korbin.” She tries to plead again, though her voice is edged with a bit of a roughness she can’t quite place. Slipping around him, she tries to block his exit, tries to keep him from leaving. “Where can I take you?” To his home? Probably not, too much of Weaver left behind there. To a different room? To her own? She doesn’t know. All she knows is that he’s going to pass out if he continues on, and the last thing he needs is to cause more damage to himself. nothing, like holy wine as it drips from your tongue during confession and your hail mary feels h o l l o w in the face of all that r e d