PHOEBE
She did not reply immediately as Frey questioned her, silent as she watched them inspect her knees. Old and new, they were nearly perfectly round, bright red circles, in meticulously perfect rows. Neat, calculated, purposeful, the malfunction of her mind to prompt her to such extremes indicative of her inability and lack of resources to properly cope with the weight of her own grief. "I am just tired." she whispered finally in response. Tired of hurting. Tired of trying and accomplishing so little. Tired of feeling utterly alone. Tired of the sheer emptiness.
But the mention of a god buried in a statue was an...unusual segue. She blinked slowly at Frey, trying to follow what they were saying. "It sounds similar to your advice to not care about what others think." she said quietly. More broadly applied perhaps, but similar, and look how wonderfully she had done at that.
She shifted on her feet, passing her little bag of collected objects between her hands as she did so. "Is that what you think I should do then? Not...expect?" she asked, looking at them with wide, sad eyes. Don't care. Don't expect. So simple to say but so difficult to do for one who's heart was so big and who expected without realizing it. And however much Frey might like what this buried statue god said, she would much rather follow the advice of the god she had befriended and grown to trust so deeply.
But the mention of a god buried in a statue was an...unusual segue. She blinked slowly at Frey, trying to follow what they were saying. "It sounds similar to your advice to not care about what others think." she said quietly. More broadly applied perhaps, but similar, and look how wonderfully she had done at that.
She shifted on her feet, passing her little bag of collected objects between her hands as she did so. "Is that what you think I should do then? Not...expect?" she asked, looking at them with wide, sad eyes. Don't care. Don't expect. So simple to say but so difficult to do for one who's heart was so big and who expected without realizing it. And however much Frey might like what this buried statue god said, she would much rather follow the advice of the god she had befriended and grown to trust so deeply.
and then there's me, always waiting for you
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