who we are and all that we're trying to be
In Helovia, he didn’t want to be found; hidden and tucked away, a part of the brutalizing shadows, left alone to his savagery and desolation. Unattainable, unreachable, and content in his isolation, drawing lines and swords, daggers and upheavals, and still they strayed into the darker edges, permitted him to be their machine. Depends was all he could muster; because here, here where he loved and cherished and devoted himself to something other than scraps of land and high-rising summits, moments still hurt. They still clustered. They still tore. Sometimes he wondered if they maimed far worse now because he cared, because time and incidents took people away from him.
And he couldn’t do anything, anything at all.
He’d prefer battling onslaughts of adversaries any day, than losing what precious beings he had left.
His eyes narrowed at the small flames, and in other circumstances he’d watched them grow again, ignite, reach new heights of prowess and potential – a touch of power where he felt diminished and useless. I recognized the shift, he reeled first to the panther, by way of explanation. Perhaps it belonged to some other Attuned, and he’d been mistaken in that thread of thought. Yes. He knew him, and the string of dramatics that followed – Sunjata could’ve been someone he’d trusted, had been in the beginning, before he broke Hotaru’s heart, before Adam and Peter died in Halo’s caves.
Quick calculations coiled through his mind, piercing eyes sliding back over to obvious wounds on the stranger. Are you Nate?
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
