we are just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
Ophelia frowns slightly. “But they are not. Civilians died in Stormbreak, I assume.” And the Attuned woman in the Draig, but Ophelia doesn’t know about that in detail. Only knew Mabel’s deep, cutting loss that day.
“We are made of fighters,” they say plainly, guileless eyes too-big in their face as they look at Amun. “Which is good. We must be strong to survive. But why do we not invite people into the Grounds? We could hold a festival. If they only see us locked in battle, of course we seem scary. Why not do more than try to create friendships one person at a time?” That seems far too slow and impractical to Ophelia.
“We are made of fighters,” they say plainly, guileless eyes too-big in their face as they look at Amun. “Which is good. We must be strong to survive. But why do we not invite people into the Grounds? We could hold a festival. If they only see us locked in battle, of course we seem scary. Why not do more than try to create friendships one person at a time?” That seems far too slow and impractical to Ophelia.
