MELITA
Useless. Gods, she hated being useless.But there were too many broken barbs in her soul, in her body, and she followed along behind Sunjata blindly, mind warped and fogged, deluded and numbed to every other pinnacle sharpening its knife around her. She wished she was better. She wished she was stronger. She wished the world wasn’t so damned and broken every time they thought they got a foothold. Before she could manage to do anything (and what - what would she have done anyway?), Sunjata had hold of Kai, and Oia’i’o was screaming, and everything ricocheted around her. The youth thought to offer her hands, but one was in a sling and the other reached for nothing – the air still, murky, distant, like she was breathing underwater. Her eyes wound over to Sunjata’s, shaking her head, his best efforts perhaps unneeded, unwarranted, a croaking in her throat for the twins, for the pair. “Do you need anything?” Besides one another or healing, maybe just more shoulders to lean on, maybe just a way out; she wasn’t altogether sure – naught she could truly provide.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
