Evie
It is a further relief to hear that Darkeye's dreams are not militaristic in nature. Advancements for the earth itself, for the people that remain against all odds. Not unlike their own goals after a year of rebuilding, reshaping. The Grounders deserve better, and Evie will always mourn that she could not give it to them in her own time. Darkeye is perhaps not the perfect leader in her eyes, but he is good-hearted. So long as he can keep that, perhaps the Grounds will be in better hands than they have been in a very, very long time.
"Better ideas for the Grounds than I've heard in a very long time," she compliments readily. Only the people will decide if Darkeye ascends to leadership among them, her judgment one way or the other doesn't truly matter.
Tucking the map tenderly into the inner breast pocket of her parka, Evie smiles as she zips it back up. "It would be nice to visit, but...I don't think I need to. It's not home anymore, it wasn't for a long time. I'm not sure if it would do anything but make me melancholy to see it so changed." As changed as she now is.
"Better ideas for the Grounds than I've heard in a very long time," she compliments readily. Only the people will decide if Darkeye ascends to leadership among them, her judgment one way or the other doesn't truly matter.
Tucking the map tenderly into the inner breast pocket of her parka, Evie smiles as she zips it back up. "It would be nice to visit, but...I don't think I need to. It's not home anymore, it wasn't for a long time. I'm not sure if it would do anything but make me melancholy to see it so changed." As changed as she now is.
the difference between a garden and a graveyard
is what we choose to put in the soil
is what we choose to put in the soil
