I can offer imperfection

Evie

The affirmation is like a knife to the heart. Pinning her down to the earth where she struggles like a butterfly, useless and showy and capable of nothing more. The chance has been lost. Justice for her people must wait an entire cycle of seasons before she can even attempt to protect them from harm once and for all. Deimos is one of the few she would ever let see her reaction, as her hand comes up to conceal her eyes, a childhood habit of blocking out the entire world to try and make sense of the one within. Desperately attempting to come to grips with this singular reply that has shattered her plans to redeem herself, to bring justice for Millicent and all the others who lost their lives.

"Then we have time to plan. That is the only thing we can cling to." That she can cling to. The only thing that will keep her sane in the months between. For surely this will haunt her, like a dog with a bone, chasing at her heels even as other matters are tackled. But she won't keep him here, not when this blow has removed all capability of planning and any sense of composure she may have had. When his deep voice rumbles through her ears, she gives a jerky nod. "Yes...thank you, Deimos. I will." Her blue eyes are grateful as she says it, but she makes no move to leave. Content to stand staring into the depths of the hole, contemplating all that has been said, until the world feels solid enough beneath her feet once more to allow her to move on.

- FIN

reckless at heart but never unkind
in a perfect world we could've been fine

_{Table Code by Sky!}