the echoes of the thunderclaps
reverberation of the dead
reverberation of the dead
With modern support, he could have done this alone. Maybe not in Phoebe’s eyes, but he could have. He would have suffered if it meant honoring Phoebe’s memory. But Caido is not that world, and Harper is still a councilman, and - above all that, those reasons or excuses - Caido is cruel. It defies logic, and Harper despises it.
“Would knowing make it any easier?” he asks quietly, defeated. Not wanting to conceal or lie, but just as aware of the fact that it would do nothing but put a face to the entity she could torture herself with at night. “Maeve.” He is careful to keep any inflection from his tone as he says it. Trying to spare her what little grief he can.
She leans into his touch, and this at least he can give her for now. As she dries her cheeks he gently presses his forehead to hers for just a moment before pulling away. “Okay. Let me grab as much of his things as I can on short notice and we can go now.” He has to give her privacy with Jude, not just for her sake, but so that Harper can prove to himself moment by moment that he can trust her with him. Not in terms of skill or love - but that she would not disappear, and take Jude with her this time around.
He retreats back into the doorway leading to their private rooms - only now realizing Julie had disappeared to give them privacy - and collects as many jars of baby food, diapers, toys, and clothes as he can fit into one giant bag. Then he emerges anew, laden with items, and gently ushers Phoebe to the exit and the chilly spring outside.
“Would knowing make it any easier?” he asks quietly, defeated. Not wanting to conceal or lie, but just as aware of the fact that it would do nothing but put a face to the entity she could torture herself with at night. “Maeve.” He is careful to keep any inflection from his tone as he says it. Trying to spare her what little grief he can.
She leans into his touch, and this at least he can give her for now. As she dries her cheeks he gently presses his forehead to hers for just a moment before pulling away. “Okay. Let me grab as much of his things as I can on short notice and we can go now.” He has to give her privacy with Jude, not just for her sake, but so that Harper can prove to himself moment by moment that he can trust her with him. Not in terms of skill or love - but that she would not disappear, and take Jude with her this time around.
He retreats back into the doorway leading to their private rooms - only now realizing Julie had disappeared to give them privacy - and collects as many jars of baby food, diapers, toys, and clothes as he can fit into one giant bag. Then he emerges anew, laden with items, and gently ushers Phoebe to the exit and the chilly spring outside.
provides the tempo for the song
describing how all things went wrong
describing how all things went wrong
