PHOEBE
Let you go and the lonely in
To take my heart again
To take my heart again
And now? Phoebe twirled the cigarette in her fingers as she considered. "And now I wish I would have just set it on fire because I was sore from swinging that shovel around the next day." she said with a bit of a snicker. His revelation though wasn't really a revelation. She had caught on to that several times before. Phoebe looked at him with faked, wide-eyed shock. "You don't mind a good fight? Color me surprised." she said with a hint of sarcasm, but playfully so. "Sometimes a fight is necessary to get anywhere, so I suppose that's good." she added.
There was a shift in her demeanor as he spoke of Sunjata though, and she brought the cigarette to her lips for a long pull as she fell silent. What brightness he had coaxed out of her settled back into darkness, the smoke she exhaled a mirror image for the fog her mind had entered. "Holding me back from what." she said with a sigh, looking Loren in the eye with a stormy gaze. "I built a medical college without him. I lead research on the blight without him. I run my own midwifery practice without him. I raised three boys for a short time without him. I have become part of the Hollowed Grounds Council without him. I have befriended the one god everyone seems mostly terrified of without him. He isn't holding me back from anything. If I want something, I know I can make it happen on my own." she said, looking up at the sky again. "It isn't as though there is anyone who wants me, so the emotional mess I am in part because of him doesn't really matter. But...what makes me so...angry? It's that...I've tried so hard to help people here. All he has done is rebuilt a bar. And when that stupid wedding happened...Almost everyone there was there to feel bad for him like I'm some monster who coerced him into it."
By the time she was done speaking, her hands were shaking, eyes glossy but not yet overflowing with tears.
There was a shift in her demeanor as he spoke of Sunjata though, and she brought the cigarette to her lips for a long pull as she fell silent. What brightness he had coaxed out of her settled back into darkness, the smoke she exhaled a mirror image for the fog her mind had entered. "Holding me back from what." she said with a sigh, looking Loren in the eye with a stormy gaze. "I built a medical college without him. I lead research on the blight without him. I run my own midwifery practice without him. I raised three boys for a short time without him. I have become part of the Hollowed Grounds Council without him. I have befriended the one god everyone seems mostly terrified of without him. He isn't holding me back from anything. If I want something, I know I can make it happen on my own." she said, looking up at the sky again. "It isn't as though there is anyone who wants me, so the emotional mess I am in part because of him doesn't really matter. But...what makes me so...angry? It's that...I've tried so hard to help people here. All he has done is rebuilt a bar. And when that stupid wedding happened...Almost everyone there was there to feel bad for him like I'm some monster who coerced him into it."
By the time she was done speaking, her hands were shaking, eyes glossy but not yet overflowing with tears.
