There's a darkness down inside me
That I know we'll both enjoy
That I know we'll both enjoy
A lot is apparently an understatement. Both men look wretched, exhausted and beaten down in more ways than physical. Her regret only sows itself deeper, heart torn in two. Could she have forgiven herself for staying here, blissfully unaware of Rexanna's death and her family's pain? Can she in this moment forgive herself for not doing the opposite, for being here and standing at Sunjata's side during this preposterous battle? No matter what decision she could have made, it feels as if she was doomed to have failed one way or the other. It makes it a little easier to nod faintly at Nate's words, eyes embarrassingly wet. They both have a habit of undoing her, as easily as plucking at a loose thread on a favored sweater. It's both terrifying and addicting, and as she pulls away from Sunjata's stubbly cheek she gives a wet, shaky laugh at his rather expressive grunt.
"Because you're a magnet for trouble darling," she laughs softly in reply, heart aching at the sight of him laid low and hurting. Turning, she lifts a hand towards Nate, falling short in the same way he had previously. "Then...you didn't get this from the job?" How had they both ended up so badly wounded then? What had she missed in the time separated from their sides?
For a moment, as Nate peels away the bandages to reveal healed - if scarred - flesh, she considers asking Atlas to do the same for the doctor. Only to bite her tongue, remembering at the last moment that as an Ascended he is technically already healed. She wasn't here soon enough to help, and that is a burden she must bear. Along with Nate's weight apparently, as he squishes her flat between his body and Sunjata's, the air leaving her in a dying squeak of sound that's admittedly far from a protest. It's a little difficult to answer trapped between them, and the question itself is so bizarre to Hotaru that she just...laughs. Shakes apart between them, relief and joy and despair all wrapped together for a moment of exuberant sound. "I...you won't believe the story if I tell it. But I found him right before LongNight, in Halo." A distraction that had kept her from running straight back here to their arms. A place she can't imagine leaving again now that she's here once more. Squeezing Sunjata tight - as tight as she dares - she tries to soak in the moment and ignore the multitudes left unspoken, unasked, between the three of them.
"Because you're a magnet for trouble darling," she laughs softly in reply, heart aching at the sight of him laid low and hurting. Turning, she lifts a hand towards Nate, falling short in the same way he had previously. "Then...you didn't get this from the job?" How had they both ended up so badly wounded then? What had she missed in the time separated from their sides?
For a moment, as Nate peels away the bandages to reveal healed - if scarred - flesh, she considers asking Atlas to do the same for the doctor. Only to bite her tongue, remembering at the last moment that as an Ascended he is technically already healed. She wasn't here soon enough to help, and that is a burden she must bear. Along with Nate's weight apparently, as he squishes her flat between his body and Sunjata's, the air leaving her in a dying squeak of sound that's admittedly far from a protest. It's a little difficult to answer trapped between them, and the question itself is so bizarre to Hotaru that she just...laughs. Shakes apart between them, relief and joy and despair all wrapped together for a moment of exuberant sound. "I...you won't believe the story if I tell it. But I found him right before LongNight, in Halo." A distraction that had kept her from running straight back here to their arms. A place she can't imagine leaving again now that she's here once more. Squeezing Sunjata tight - as tight as she dares - she tries to soak in the moment and ignore the multitudes left unspoken, unasked, between the three of them.
and it's screaming from within me
to have us set it free
to have us set it free
