MELITA
Nothing, no answers really, a touch of you’re not allowed to know essence pressed into her mind. So her eyes fell to the ground, to the earth clambered and rich with green, to places that felt like home, and the bristling unknown set before her. “Okay,” the only thing she could surmise in the stark quiet afterwards, hands resting, rubbing on her arms, as if she were cold, but simply just thinking, not knowing what else to do. She was mere mortal, once adrift because of false paragons, because of monsters who claimed to be what they were not, because they slaughtered and rebelled, because the only taste she’d ever had of celestial beings before were the ones who either protected or discarded – and she was uncertain where she stood now. Her voice became even more hushed, nothing but a thready, warbling whisper, swallowing down the you’re not worthy unsaid, unspoken incantations, a sting nonetheless. “I had the blight,” which Ludo might have known, but might not have cared either. She’d come to them after, pleading and begging for forgiveness, yearning for her shame to be absolved, for it to go all away – and the lack of a response then had clarified a lot for her. Monster. Heathen. Fiend.
Why would anyone answer her pleas then?
“Is there a way to prevent it from ever happening again?” For anyone to ever have to suffer from its onslaught?
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
