and indeed, just think: in many ways, body and soul,
i have been more a battlefield —
She can absolutely hear everything that’s going around her, but she can’t see, can’t move, can’t do anything. It’s a wonder her systems keep trying to jump start, trying to work around the beam in her chest. It’s a wonder she’s still working at all. And in her own thoughts, she wonders why it hasn’t given up yet.
Fluid leaks from where her eyes would be, from her nose, from her legs and most of all her chest. It’s a gory scene, but at least the fluid is clear and not painting her in all this red. But thank god for Sam, even with his missing fingers and ability to still feel pain, he lowers her as gently as he can into the snow.
But she can’t do anything else. She hears orders, hears the rummaging of Luxere and people, of Remi’s quiet plea, and she can only sit there, lain upon the snow, beam sticking out from her chest with unseeing eyes.
She’s still there, but barely.
And she hopes that Deimos is there, some form of comfort among the unknown, among the things she cannot see. One constant in a stream of uncertainties.
Fluid leaks from where her eyes would be, from her nose, from her legs and most of all her chest. It’s a gory scene, but at least the fluid is clear and not painting her in all this red. But thank god for Sam, even with his missing fingers and ability to still feel pain, he lowers her as gently as he can into the snow.
But she can’t do anything else. She hears orders, hears the rummaging of Luxere and people, of Remi’s quiet plea, and she can only sit there, lain upon the snow, beam sticking out from her chest with unseeing eyes.
She’s still there, but barely.
And she hopes that Deimos is there, some form of comfort among the unknown, among the things she cannot see. One constant in a stream of uncertainties.
— than a human being
REXANNA
