PHOEBE
She blinked, the conversation suddenly taking a dark turn as he starts running down memory lane. The things he did, the things he was forced to do, the way it made him feel. Shouldn’t these be things he told Lusea? Why was he opening up to her, when he couldn’t even bring himself to choose her over the dark haired, supposed-to-be-dead woman? ”I know you didn’t. I know you aren’t okay with it. You and probably everyone else that survived that as what we called war-shock. It’s why I was giving you that medicine, to help calm your nerves so you could function better. Lots of men back home had to take them to deal with the atrocities they saw and had to commit in the name of the crown on the battlefield.” she said, her tone a touch gentler but not by much.
”What. What is it you want?” she said, wondering if he actually had a definitive want.
”What. What is it you want?” she said, wondering if he actually had a definitive want.
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
