PHOEBE
Oh but two could play that game. She looked back at him, the telltale coldness of the blight clear in her gaze. She was only just recovering after all, not completely better. "That's where you're wrong, Jata. She made you weak. I made you whole - and that's a strength you aren't used to. When you feel, I feel with you, she panics. When you hurt, I hold you, she hurts you more. When you are weak, I support you, she questions your strength." she said, tears welling in her eyes.
"But you are scared. You are too scared to fight for me. To choose me." she said, her voice starting to tremble. "That is all I want. To be chosen. To be fought for." The tears began to fall and she looked up at the ceiling. "And I am alone in this cell, covered in the blood of my friends and I can't wash it off, and all I wanted was someone to hold me and here you come dangling in front of me that you want me but too scared so you picked Lusea." she said, breaking down and beginning to sob.
"But you are scared. You are too scared to fight for me. To choose me." she said, her voice starting to tremble. "That is all I want. To be chosen. To be fought for." The tears began to fall and she looked up at the ceiling. "And I am alone in this cell, covered in the blood of my friends and I can't wash it off, and all I wanted was someone to hold me and here you come dangling in front of me that you want me but too scared so you picked Lusea." she said, breaking down and beginning to sob.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
