in a world where you can do anything: love
the honeysuckle princess
Phoebe said nothing at first, focusing on the flowers she carefully wove into her basket. Did she want to learn how to fight? No. Not really. But when had what she wanted ever truly mattered in this world? All she had ever wanted had crumbled and been left to rot beneath the earth over and over again. Want wasn't a factor anymore. "No. But I need to." she said softly, at great length, eyes still cast upon the basket she wove."It is partially my fault you know, what happened at Fiat Lux." she said, voice dead and distant, almost separate from the person most would recognize as Phoebe. "I went to go help fight it. Even after Frey came to help I...I was useless. I couldn't even hardly hit it." she said quietly, confessions falling from her lips like a waterfall - unstoppable. "I was just a burden. And because of it so many people were hurt. So many died...my own nephews..." Her voice broke, unbidden tears rising in her eyes as she hesitated. Only a moment, but long enough to collect herself.
"I don't want my own weakness to be the reason people die every again." she said after a time, voice barely a whisper but filled with quiet resolve.
PHOEBE
