LOCKE
Her apartment. His home. His brain repeats it over and over as he looks at her. Locke doesn't even notice his jaw clenching so hard it hurts. Why would he? It feels like everything he's been working towards has been for nothing. What happened to their home? His leg is bouncing under the table and he can't stop himself as he leans forward. He finally manages to look away, picking at his food but not looking back up.
She keeps talking but her words fall on deaf ears. He doesn't want to talk about Sunjata or the war anymore. He's got his own shit to deal with but it's clear she doesn't care about that. She's got the Halenani now and her god and why would she need him? One hand slips under the table to press against the cool glass in his pocket. Another moment and he pulls it back out, sliding it across the table.
He feels something between being out of body and maybe slightly out of mind. Like his thoughts aren't his own and the words he's going to say belong to someone else. "Give it to someone else, Mae." He doesn't deserve this or her. Except didn't he tell her this isn't how any of this works. "There's other people who need you more than I do."
She keeps talking but her words fall on deaf ears. He doesn't want to talk about Sunjata or the war anymore. He's got his own shit to deal with but it's clear she doesn't care about that. She's got the Halenani now and her god and why would she need him? One hand slips under the table to press against the cool glass in his pocket. Another moment and he pulls it back out, sliding it across the table.
He feels something between being out of body and maybe slightly out of mind. Like his thoughts aren't his own and the words he's going to say belong to someone else. "Give it to someone else, Mae." He doesn't deserve this or her. Except didn't he tell her this isn't how any of this works. "There's other people who need you more than I do."
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
