And I hope if everybody runs, you choose to stay
Seren could only gaze at him, mute and unable to answer. Did she think that? Did she believe that Ascended should die, for being what they were?
No. But she almost wished she did. If only it could be that simple, that black and white.
"I don't want anyone to die," came her helpless answer, too little and too late to be convincing. "But I don't get to decide that."
It would seem that she had struck a nerve. Locke stepped in closer, looming over her. A shadow in this pale, dim haze of a day, awakened to haunt her. Or perhaps she was finally allowed to see his ghosts, like she had asked for. They were grim indeed, leaving her sick to the core with compassion for the young boy who'd had his life ruined by selfish cruelty. For the man he had become, wound so tight that the unspooled coil lashed wildly about, hurting anything in its path.
Her eyes burned, but the tears became mixed with the rain. Who could tell if the water trickling down her cheeks was salty or sweet?
"Of course I don't feel better," she answered in a hoarse whisper. At least her voice conveyed the truth of her emotions, for all that her face felt stiff and cold. "Why would I be happy to know that you've been hurt? I just want to know you. All of you... how can I be on your side if I don't?"
Or was this really just a charade? It was fine to play at family when all was laughter and fun times... but as soon as the rain started pouring, she was not allowed to stay? What kind of friend would she be? What kind of sister?
No. But she almost wished she did. If only it could be that simple, that black and white.
"I don't want anyone to die," came her helpless answer, too little and too late to be convincing. "But I don't get to decide that."
It would seem that she had struck a nerve. Locke stepped in closer, looming over her. A shadow in this pale, dim haze of a day, awakened to haunt her. Or perhaps she was finally allowed to see his ghosts, like she had asked for. They were grim indeed, leaving her sick to the core with compassion for the young boy who'd had his life ruined by selfish cruelty. For the man he had become, wound so tight that the unspooled coil lashed wildly about, hurting anything in its path.
Her eyes burned, but the tears became mixed with the rain. Who could tell if the water trickling down her cheeks was salty or sweet?
"Of course I don't feel better," she answered in a hoarse whisper. At least her voice conveyed the truth of her emotions, for all that her face felt stiff and cold. "Why would I be happy to know that you've been hurt? I just want to know you. All of you... how can I be on your side if I don't?"
Or was this really just a charade? It was fine to play at family when all was laughter and fun times... but as soon as the rain started pouring, she was not allowed to stay? What kind of friend would she be? What kind of sister?
Seren
