an investigation on ruins

kaimana

how beautiful the leaves grow old

"But we answered your questions," you point out automatically, your brows furrowed further as confusion sweeps through you. You don't like this process that people here seem so invested in, the bartering and exchange for information, as though knowledge could have a price. It isn't as though you have anything against providing information - far from it, in fact - but when it's used as a bargaining chip you quickly grow confused, rare irritation eating at your thoughts.

"What if the things we know about Halo aren't the right things you wanna know? An' what if the value of it isn' enough? Or it's too much? What if we agree to an exchange an' then you decide you still don't wanna answer our questions? Or, or-" you can feel yourself spiraling and so you cut off, glancing helplessly at Oia as your thoughts continue to unwind.

how full of light and color are their last days