EVELYN
Maybe Evelyn's compassion had diminished since their transformation, or maybe it didn't exist before either. But that was why she had her sister, to challenge her view on the world, to offer an alternative, to push back and cause her to re-evaluate, to improve and thrive where she might otherwise only live. Love for her sister was all that kept her 'maybe' from not expanding into something more defiant, more determined to deny the chance to think about these monsters as anything but.
If the monsters were created by the Voice, what did that make them?
It wasn't something she wanted to think about, though perhaps she ought to.
The sled was slowly filling, as the girls moved in the snowy terrain with ease, fatigue hardly a problem for them. Evelyn revelled at her newfound increased speed, darting from the sled to another piece of wood with an extra blur to her limbs that wasn't there before.
"Great!" she said happily, tossing another piece of wood into the sled with a broad smile pulling at her plump lips, pleased to have come to a decision, to know she had her sister by her side. "Perhaps we could take the sled to them tomorrow night? Introduce ourselves?" she asked, flitting lightly to another patch, that didn't turn out to be wood at all, but a rock, as she discovered upon wiping the snow away from it. Moving onto the next piece, she kept going with their easy rhythm.
If the monsters were created by the Voice, what did that make them?
It wasn't something she wanted to think about, though perhaps she ought to.
The sled was slowly filling, as the girls moved in the snowy terrain with ease, fatigue hardly a problem for them. Evelyn revelled at her newfound increased speed, darting from the sled to another piece of wood with an extra blur to her limbs that wasn't there before.
"Great!" she said happily, tossing another piece of wood into the sled with a broad smile pulling at her plump lips, pleased to have come to a decision, to know she had her sister by her side. "Perhaps we could take the sled to them tomorrow night? Introduce ourselves?" she asked, flitting lightly to another patch, that didn't turn out to be wood at all, but a rock, as she discovered upon wiping the snow away from it. Moving onto the next piece, she kept going with their easy rhythm.
innocence
is but an illusion
is but an illusion
