Evie
Evie is more willing to hear from their citizens than the other leaders, but in her eyes both can be put aside right now. The seasons are changing and their quest for Frey is nearly complete. Preparations are important, but they are already doing all they can. Inviting further stress upon themselves as Wardens is not in her books right now. "Exactly. We'll think about it later." Right now, Deimos himself is her first priority given all he has just witnessed.
She can feel the way his brain stops circling the issue the moment she holds him close, and it's a relief. It's hard not to think and plan and prepare themselves into a corner. Evie knows that. Right now, when there is no date to look toward, no certainty surrounding who their foe is, and no way to return to Safrin, there's nothing they can do. With that in mind, all she wants is to hold him, to appreciate this moment for what it is.
"I'm not," she whispers in return, her certainty contrasting the vagueness of his apology. She has no regrets; not for being his friend in the Grounds, or for moving to Halo, or for running back to him when isolation became too much. She's not sorry she became his lover, his fellow Warden, or his wife. "Nothing about this is your fault. And even if it was, I wouldn't regret a single thing." Not if it all ended with her here in bed with him, married and happy despite the horrors of the world around them.
She can feel the way his brain stops circling the issue the moment she holds him close, and it's a relief. It's hard not to think and plan and prepare themselves into a corner. Evie knows that. Right now, when there is no date to look toward, no certainty surrounding who their foe is, and no way to return to Safrin, there's nothing they can do. With that in mind, all she wants is to hold him, to appreciate this moment for what it is.
"I'm not," she whispers in return, her certainty contrasting the vagueness of his apology. She has no regrets; not for being his friend in the Grounds, or for moving to Halo, or for running back to him when isolation became too much. She's not sorry she became his lover, his fellow Warden, or his wife. "Nothing about this is your fault. And even if it was, I wouldn't regret a single thing." Not if it all ended with her here in bed with him, married and happy despite the horrors of the world around them.
reckless at heart but never unkind
in a perfect world we could've been fine
in a perfect world we could've been fine
