and the only solution was to stand and fight
my body was bruised and i was set alight
Harper has not been here in this world long, but the losses that had stricken the Festival still echoed in his ribcage. He had never though himself a hero, even in his vigilante days. Merely someone trying to do right in a city where everything was wrong. But he feels each loss like a personal failure, despises his own weakness. For all his thoughts on magic, perhaps it would have been better to be remade as an Abandoned than to have to stand by helpless while others fought and failed.
So when the notices go up about a memorial, he is there as early as he can be, considering he doesn't know the streets well yet. There are two already gathered - a man and a young woman, as different in appearances as could be. Harper gives a tired smile as he approaches, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to bunch at his elbows. "Thank you for doing this. How can I help?" The man seems to be the leader here, and Harper is ready for whatever directions he deigns to give.
So when the notices go up about a memorial, he is there as early as he can be, considering he doesn't know the streets well yet. There are two already gathered - a man and a young woman, as different in appearances as could be. Harper gives a tired smile as he approaches, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to bunch at his elbows. "Thank you for doing this. How can I help?" The man seems to be the leader here, and Harper is ready for whatever directions he deigns to give.
but you came over me like some holy rite
and though I was burning, you're the only light
HARPER
