tell me Atlas what is heavier?
the world or its peoples hearts?
the world or its peoples hearts?
A soft hum precedes any response as his fingers curl uselessly into his palms, restless. “Maybe. But it doesn’t make them good people either, to abandon someone who returned to them against all odds. And you deserve better than that.” An act of devotion that deserved to be recognized and appreciated, long before her changed state was ever taken into account.
A slow shake of Harper’s head, almost contemplative, denies her words. Damp curls cling to his cheeks and temples, raindrops resting on his lashes, making him look far younger and more vulnerable than his years. “People make mistakes. Good intentions weigh more than the act - especially when the only person it hurts is yourself.” The fact that she had changed her mind, had doubts that she fully knew the consequences when she made her choice, only makes him more firmly believe it.
Moving closer to be better sheltered by the pitiful summer-shed boughs overhead, Harper’s face twists into a purse or consideration. “Not as much as I’d like. Ludo was not cruel to me when I asked questions about death here, but it was not kind either. It only told me that I could never be reunited with the people I knew and lost in my original world.” Something he has only recently come to terms with. A grieving process that he could not rush. “Souls go to Mort to be at rest. That’s all I know.” He is a follower of Safrin after all, not Ludo. More focused on life than death.
A slow shake of Harper’s head, almost contemplative, denies her words. Damp curls cling to his cheeks and temples, raindrops resting on his lashes, making him look far younger and more vulnerable than his years. “People make mistakes. Good intentions weigh more than the act - especially when the only person it hurts is yourself.” The fact that she had changed her mind, had doubts that she fully knew the consequences when she made her choice, only makes him more firmly believe it.
Moving closer to be better sheltered by the pitiful summer-shed boughs overhead, Harper’s face twists into a purse or consideration. “Not as much as I’d like. Ludo was not cruel to me when I asked questions about death here, but it was not kind either. It only told me that I could never be reunited with the people I knew and lost in my original world.” Something he has only recently come to terms with. A grieving process that he could not rush. “Souls go to Mort to be at rest. That’s all I know.” He is a follower of Safrin after all, not Ludo. More focused on life than death.
Harper
