this lighthouse I built to guide my feet has burned out and I forgot where I'm going
Raza hadn’t meant to make Adam feel like he needed to justify anything, and when she hears the story of how he had died the first time, she feels pretty fuckin’ terrible about it. Like it wasn’t a story she should have asked for (and she hadn’t, not really) and it felt… uncomfortable. She hears all sortsa shit at the bar, but resurrection ain’t usually one of ‘em.
She chews on her bottom lip absently. “That’s… damn, dude. I’dunno what to say. M’ sorry.” That feelin’ like a ghost part… that’s one of the things she’s always been afraid of. Bein’ irrelevant, or something like that. The Hanged Man keeps her important, but after that? Eh. It’s others’ world. She’s just livin’ in it sometimes.
“We don’t have to talk about it any more if y’don’t want to. Hey, maybe we could try to find something Ascended can drink, y’know? Get your goddess to help. Serve it at the Hanged Man.”
She chews on her bottom lip absently. “That’s… damn, dude. I’dunno what to say. M’ sorry.” That feelin’ like a ghost part… that’s one of the things she’s always been afraid of. Bein’ irrelevant, or something like that. The Hanged Man keeps her important, but after that? Eh. It’s others’ world. She’s just livin’ in it sometimes.
“We don’t have to talk about it any more if y’don’t want to. Hey, maybe we could try to find something Ascended can drink, y’know? Get your goddess to help. Serve it at the Hanged Man.”
RAZA
