This is the long forgotten light at the end of the world
The way he said murderer made the girl flinch. So brutal and callous was the word, full of a sinister intent that could not be more foreign to her. "Isn't there a way of separating them?" she all but pleaded. "To make it so that the Ascended don't have to rely on the Voice? I know they can't be turned back, but..." It seemed so cruel, on the Voice's part. To tie people so intrinsically to herself. And for what? She must have known that it would place her followers in danger. Was she so selfish? "If only there was a way to only hurt the Voice," she all but whispered. Pain twisted her features, her empathy for those left with nowhere to go but into war a near physical thing. Was this weakness? Would her mother be displeased, for not finding any hatred in her heart for any of these beings?
Seren sighed, her exhale mirroring Sunjata's. She would probably never understand the concept of 'winning' arguments. Hotaru had said the same thing - that she wouldn't let them win. What did that even mean?
"Your life is complicated. Like a messed up yarn of string," Seren told the Flood with a lopsided little smile, full of compassion. "There must be some good things though, right? Not just war and messed up weddings?"
The girl looked at him, hoping for a silver linging somewhere amidst all those dark stormclouds. There had to be one. Right?
Seren sighed, her exhale mirroring Sunjata's. She would probably never understand the concept of 'winning' arguments. Hotaru had said the same thing - that she wouldn't let them win. What did that even mean?
"Your life is complicated. Like a messed up yarn of string," Seren told the Flood with a lopsided little smile, full of compassion. "There must be some good things though, right? Not just war and messed up weddings?"
The girl looked at him, hoping for a silver linging somewhere amidst all those dark stormclouds. There had to be one. Right?
Seren
