and indeed, just think: in many ways, body and soul,
i have been more a battlefield —
She doesn’t know what they’ve been marked for, but the shrieking reverberates in her mind. The terrible sound of her crunching and breaking, bits and pieces of her left along the streets of the Settlement likely long gone now. She wishes so desperately for the comfort of touch, despite not being able to reciprocate it well, and she wishes that perhaps she shouldn’t have gone out at all, maybe she should have gone back with Bastien in the end.
But then what would have happened to Samuel and Remi?
There’s too many what ifs that she can’t accurately think of what would have happened without thinking of the worst because of how she had turned out. “I don’t know.” She says sadly with a frown, eyeless face angled toward the floor. She wishes she could be more helpful, rather than a deadweight to the rest of the guild hall, and she huffs quietly to herself.
“Does it look bad?” A quiet question after a moment. Her face, her body, the clothes that are still torn and warped around the edges because she hasn’t had the time to find more. At least beneath the puncture hole in her shirt, scarred skin remains intact. Small mercies, in the end.
But then what would have happened to Samuel and Remi?
There’s too many what ifs that she can’t accurately think of what would have happened without thinking of the worst because of how she had turned out. “I don’t know.” She says sadly with a frown, eyeless face angled toward the floor. She wishes she could be more helpful, rather than a deadweight to the rest of the guild hall, and she huffs quietly to herself.
“Does it look bad?” A quiet question after a moment. Her face, her body, the clothes that are still torn and warped around the edges because she hasn’t had the time to find more. At least beneath the puncture hole in her shirt, scarred skin remains intact. Small mercies, in the end.
— than a human being
REXANNA
