if it doesn't burn a little
”This is Caido. I think most of us have probably thought about that question.” Particularly in Halo. People went out to hunt and did not come back. You never learned what happened to them, and were simply left to wonder. An avalanche? An ursur? There were so many things that could kill you. In the end, it probably doesn’t matter why they don’t return, though still, there’s a desire to know. Like maybe with a body or at least an answer, you can feel better somehow.
Weaver thinks for a moment. She didn’t know Maea all that well, and after a moment, she shakes her head. ”I’m not sure. I didn’t get to know her as well as I would have liked, but I feel like she’d probably just want us to save the things important to us. Things to remember her by. But I’m not sure she was the type to care too much about stuff unless it was important to someone else.” It was a sparse enough room to suggest that Weaver might be right, though she’s only speculating really.
Weaver nudges his foot back, a slight smile on her face despite the topic. They might keep losing people, but they did gain them as well. This moment, on the floor of a dead girl’s room, is proof enough of that. ”I wish I could say that it stopped hurting with time,” she says, for death has followed her for all her life, and she knows from experience that time only morphs the pain. ”We just deal with it. We live. And it hurts. Every damn morning, it hurts.”
Weaver thinks for a moment. She didn’t know Maea all that well, and after a moment, she shakes her head. ”I’m not sure. I didn’t get to know her as well as I would have liked, but I feel like she’d probably just want us to save the things important to us. Things to remember her by. But I’m not sure she was the type to care too much about stuff unless it was important to someone else.” It was a sparse enough room to suggest that Weaver might be right, though she’s only speculating really.
Weaver nudges his foot back, a slight smile on her face despite the topic. They might keep losing people, but they did gain them as well. This moment, on the floor of a dead girl’s room, is proof enough of that. ”I wish I could say that it stopped hurting with time,” she says, for death has followed her for all her life, and she knows from experience that time only morphs the pain. ”We just deal with it. We live. And it hurts. Every damn morning, it hurts.”
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
