PHOEBE
The midwife stared at him, her brown eyes usually so full of life and warmth now dull and blank. He went on at length, describing it from his point of view, a point of view she had understood and gathered even if she hadn’t had all the details prior. But it did nothing to make her feel better. It did nothing to justify how he had treated her just to say she hadn’t fought for him as if that justified his unwillingness to choose her. Suddenly she felt a great amount of empathy for her friend Frey, and made a promise to herself to go apologize for being such a cry baby all the time. She needed to grow and be better than that, or else she would end up like Jata, stymied by even the smallest inconvenience.
First of all, you’re not in Korofi anymore, so what was best for you there might not be what is best for you here.” she said, probably a bit more bluntly than she should have. ”Second of all, you need to stop blaming yourself for her death or at least get over it. It’s done. It’s over. And now she is alive so all you’re pissing on about doesn’t even matter anymore.” she said, brows furrowing at him in her frustration, fueled by the traces of blight that still roiled within her. ”And third of all, of course she isn’t okay, she died and came back to life. That isn’t natural. Dead things are supposed to stay dead. She shouldn’t be okay. That you would even think she would be is ridiculous.”
First of all, you’re not in Korofi anymore, so what was best for you there might not be what is best for you here.” she said, probably a bit more bluntly than she should have. ”Second of all, you need to stop blaming yourself for her death or at least get over it. It’s done. It’s over. And now she is alive so all you’re pissing on about doesn’t even matter anymore.” she said, brows furrowing at him in her frustration, fueled by the traces of blight that still roiled within her. ”And third of all, of course she isn’t okay, she died and came back to life. That isn’t natural. Dead things are supposed to stay dead. She shouldn’t be okay. That you would even think she would be is ridiculous.”
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
