am i running through that mind of yours at all?
i have big ideas for you and me
Deimos’ words reach her and she nods lightly, agreeing deep down that everyone, everything in the end was similar. Wanting things they either did have or never did, perhaps just to see what it was like, or to see what they could have been. She was the same, in a sense, wishing for simpler things, better times, a life she had lived before being thrust before crowns and a brutish husband. A life where she could have only served, lived her life, been happy to.
But the past was the past and there was nothing to be done about it now.
She nods again when he says to not pursue that angle, before a thought hits her. “Next time… if there’s more people that accompany her, perhaps an Ascended could go to bait them?” She muses. All the upgrades, all the technology, wrapped in a bundle on a platter before hopefully they end up destroying it. She frowns lightly at it, hoping it would be a viable option, though it is dangerous.
Huffing a quiet sigh of her own she listens while Deimos tells her that Kiada needs time and patience. Perhaps she should reach out to her daughter again, show her and prove to her that she isn’t the same. That she wouldn’t be the same, not anymore. “I can try to talk to the Voice and gather some other ideas.” She offers, perhaps the Voice might know better than the rest of them how to attain something from one of her own early prototypes.
But the past was the past and there was nothing to be done about it now.
She nods again when he says to not pursue that angle, before a thought hits her. “Next time… if there’s more people that accompany her, perhaps an Ascended could go to bait them?” She muses. All the upgrades, all the technology, wrapped in a bundle on a platter before hopefully they end up destroying it. She frowns lightly at it, hoping it would be a viable option, though it is dangerous.
Huffing a quiet sigh of her own she listens while Deimos tells her that Kiada needs time and patience. Perhaps she should reach out to her daughter again, show her and prove to her that she isn’t the same. That she wouldn’t be the same, not anymore. “I can try to talk to the Voice and gather some other ideas.” She offers, perhaps the Voice might know better than the rest of them how to attain something from one of her own early prototypes.
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
that i met you when I felt messed up
REXANNA
