tell me Atlas what is heavier?
the world or its peoples hearts?
the world or its peoples hearts?
Gideon’s words are impossible to ignore as his eyes slowly rove the valleys of a body that no longer exudes life in the way it once had. Inhuman. Distorted. A vessel for a power mad woman playing god.
A friend.
Distinctions he can’t make, and yet can’t afford not to. She stands as testament to his doubt. The one Ascended who could make him waver, his attachment no longer a string tying them together but a noose that tightens slowly with every brittle word that passes cold lips.
“Surprised yes. I am sure there are others who have missed you so much more than me.” Had she simply not sought them out? And if so, why? What calls to her here, in this cold empty wasteland?
Blue eyes are pulled to the twisted flesh of her palm, watching the water as it slowly begins to gather. Harper slowly reaches out, giving Maea a chance to pull away, and places his hand gently upon her own. Aches with the knowledge that she won’t be able to feel it. “I would have been happier, had you seemed like you wanted to return. But how can I be happy, when I see how sad you seem?” She can exude her apathy, but Harper only sees a horrible sorrow that makes his own worthless human heart squeeze with empathy he can’t afford.
A friend.
Distinctions he can’t make, and yet can’t afford not to. She stands as testament to his doubt. The one Ascended who could make him waver, his attachment no longer a string tying them together but a noose that tightens slowly with every brittle word that passes cold lips.
“Surprised yes. I am sure there are others who have missed you so much more than me.” Had she simply not sought them out? And if so, why? What calls to her here, in this cold empty wasteland?
Blue eyes are pulled to the twisted flesh of her palm, watching the water as it slowly begins to gather. Harper slowly reaches out, giving Maea a chance to pull away, and places his hand gently upon her own. Aches with the knowledge that she won’t be able to feel it. “I would have been happier, had you seemed like you wanted to return. But how can I be happy, when I see how sad you seem?” She can exude her apathy, but Harper only sees a horrible sorrow that makes his own worthless human heart squeeze with empathy he can’t afford.
Harper
