to be lit up from within
vein by vein
There was no time to think about their misfortune as further entanglements fell from the makeshift ceiling; rocks and stones clattering down, down, down, a visceral hiss expelled from her mouth as they tore into her shoulder. It could’ve been sprained, completely jilted, she wouldn’t know, and her eyes only went to Raza for a moment as the poor woman was hit twice. Her hands grabbed for her on her way down, for support, for something other than this ridiculous, treacherous wake. It was enough to make her snarl and seethe, but with naught to pinpoint it upon.
She could hear Loren, trying to heal them, trying to instill some edge of wisdom. It was too bad the notions were long gone – as if the girl had something yet more to prove.
That she could do something. That she could be more than a series of errors and mistakes. That she could try and find some stupid path for their stupid ship.
But she didn’t want to risk those unwilling, and as she turned to Sunjata, both of them had fallen into the same path line. Her gaze wandered from the disheveled boat, and to the other tunnel yet remaining. Her defiant chin jutted forward, a set measure in her grit and mettle. “Whoever wants to stay here, they can.” She’d have no judgement cast upon them, especially Raza, who’d endured enough. “I just want to see the last tunnel.” And then they could decide if enough was enough.
So she ground along the earth, and headed for the remaining route.
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Melita tries to help Raza up while smarting from her shoulder wound. She decides to try the last tunnel, and says those who didn't want to could remain by the boat.
to be the sun
MELITA
