Hollowing souls, blood on the breeze

Safrin She didn't argue with Ludo. It was right of course. Things had grown lazy inside of this dome. "No. The spark of life seems to much duller here." But was that their fault? Or was it she who had somehow grown less bright? Frowning, Safrin waved an errant shooting star across the sky and sighed. Safrin hummed a note of agreement, but said nothing. The dynamic was precarious and set in stone. Never would they have asked, and never would the trio of them have refused. And yet..."We sound like the mortals do. Whining about choice even though it would all have ended up just the same." She watched the cloth rise and fall, imaging the enigmatic darkness beneath and sighed. It was clever, Safrin knew that. But she had thought that perhaps they'd meander a bit longer around her hypocrisy. "If the fight that damn experiment gone wrong, perhaps they will at least learn what it is they are fighting. That does not mean they will win but..." Clenched her teeth with exasperation, she looked into the vacant canvas of Ludo's mask, wanting to crush it beneath her fingers and pour her light into his dark places. "Watching them relentlessly fail and fight when they do not even understand. Shaking her head, she laughed a hollow and defeated sort of trill. "I heard you tell one of them their answers lay at the top. And did you see what he did? He flew there."