LUSEA
Hysterics. Yup. That's what's happening right now. In the eye of a hurricane that is my rapidly dissolving sanity I am somehow able to stop and look at myself, as though I were a ghost observing my own death. Hysterics. Huh. That's... new.I take a steadying breath at last, choking back the last of the sobs and raising my head to look at her again. No, I didn't. She did not see anyone else. She did not see Sunjata.
So that's it, then. I'm alone, except for a strange girl and a small pink dragon.
I've never really been one for hysterics, but I guess not quite dying changes a person. Maybe I'm a hysterical person now. There are tears on my cheeks and snot on my face - god, I must look like a mess, but whatever. The friendly stranger (Phoebe, she said her name was?) doesn't seem to care, and honestly, it's nice to be able to emote without fear of immediate retribution. For weeks I've had to keep my terror under wraps, to try and avoid inspiring more punishment, giving my captors the satisfaction of seeing me tremble and break.
But now? Now I can be shattered, and the only person here to see it is a friendly angel I will probably never see again.
Nodding silently at her question, I push myself up to my feet, careful to support my own weight. If I am to be alone I will be alone thoroughly: I can't afford to lean on anyone, not after the disaster that is last time, not after losing him. Wrapping the coat tightly around myself I dip my head again, agreeing with her invitation, my eyes down on my still bare legs. "That would be nice. Thank you."
By the grace of the fire and the flames
You're the face of the future
The blood in my veins
