REXANNA
Part of her still feels like hell, if she’s being honest. Her scans coming up red every time. But at least she was alive and couldn’t feel the pain of it all. Just the immense exhaustion and frustration of not being right. But, his compliment falls slightly on her mood, and she tilts her head to face where he rests his fingers to gain an idea of where he is. “I think it might be the only thing keeping me going.” She admits, perhaps a bit darkly before her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. “Everything is still broken according to my scans. But I think the Voice can help.” She doesn’t tack on at the end that she hopes her goddess can.
She nods at his comment of being there, though, and focuses on how he mentions he has been better. “LongNight has a tendency of doing that.” It’s why she hadn’t wanted to leave last year, that opening the door to Jigano and Rory were terrifying enough. And here she was, heading straight into the mess, the massacres. At the mention of Kiada, her head lifts lightly as she recalls. “Ru’in?” It comes out softly, the freckled boy of the Basin, a crafter. She had known him in another life.
“He was Hotaru’s son.” She tells him, because she’s uncertain if anyone has. And since Hotaru is here now, perhaps it was important that he should know how intertwined their lives had been. “I’m sure it was hard.” She frowns, thinking of how headstrong and fiery the girl could be. Perhaps she got that from her in the end, the flame and stubbornness, paired with the strength and even thinking of her father. But she can’t accurately say.
“What does it want?”
She nods at his comment of being there, though, and focuses on how he mentions he has been better. “LongNight has a tendency of doing that.” It’s why she hadn’t wanted to leave last year, that opening the door to Jigano and Rory were terrifying enough. And here she was, heading straight into the mess, the massacres. At the mention of Kiada, her head lifts lightly as she recalls. “Ru’in?” It comes out softly, the freckled boy of the Basin, a crafter. She had known him in another life.
“He was Hotaru’s son.” She tells him, because she’s uncertain if anyone has. And since Hotaru is here now, perhaps it was important that he should know how intertwined their lives had been. “I’m sure it was hard.” She frowns, thinking of how headstrong and fiery the girl could be. Perhaps she got that from her in the end, the flame and stubbornness, paired with the strength and even thinking of her father. But she can’t accurately say.
“What does it want?”
A Light That Never Goes Out.
