tell me Atlas what is heavier?
the world or its peoples hearts?
the world or its peoples hearts?
Like a flower unfurling at the touch of the sun, her expression melts from cold and sure to intrigued. Harper wouldn't call it hopeful just yet. Maea doesn't even seem like she's aware she can still hope. It breaks his heart just a little, but even that can't ripple the calm acceptance on his face. A perfectly balanced pendulum that refuses to swing either way. There is only the earthen scent around them, the discordant impact of raindrops on bracken and bramble, and his own quiet breaths. No shouting or gasping, no dramatics that he would normally employ to brighten someone's day. She is perhaps the first to see it for more than a moment, this side of him. A man who has seen and done far more - and worse - than anything Caido can imagine. Whose smile refuses to be dimmed despite that.
The poisonous spit of her words does nothing to dissuade him from his path, and his head tilts - an avian impulse he is not used to yet - as he examines her slowly. "I didn't ask if it was successful, hon. I asked if it helped. And I meant you." Idly, as if they're talking about the rain that soaks their clothes, Harper lifts a hand to brush a few curls back off his forehead. "Did it help you, in the moment, to do those things? What you've done is already in the past. There's no sense in judging the morality of it." Spoken as if it's really that simple. To Harper, however, it is. When you are this far gone, the grand scheme is useless. There is only you against the world.
And Gods if he doesn't know exactly how that feels.
The poisonous spit of her words does nothing to dissuade him from his path, and his head tilts - an avian impulse he is not used to yet - as he examines her slowly. "I didn't ask if it was successful, hon. I asked if it helped. And I meant you." Idly, as if they're talking about the rain that soaks their clothes, Harper lifts a hand to brush a few curls back off his forehead. "Did it help you, in the moment, to do those things? What you've done is already in the past. There's no sense in judging the morality of it." Spoken as if it's really that simple. To Harper, however, it is. When you are this far gone, the grand scheme is useless. There is only you against the world.
And Gods if he doesn't know exactly how that feels.
Harper
