we are just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
His acquiescence cannot be appreciated for long before a dark shape is exploding from the ground. Ophelia jerks back with a startled noise, but Amin intercepts before they can think to do anything more. They’ve never seen a landshark before, but companions are familiar enough that they relax by increments as Amun introduces it before himself. Though their eyes track the shuffling earth as the shark tunnels about, their attention is on the potter’s words.
“I’m Ophelia,” they utter softly, the natural dreamlike cadence of their voice muted further with grief. “Sam was the one that helped me find The Voice to ascend. He showed me the ocean. He…” they break off and press the heels of their palms into their eye sockets. Their systems register it as a dull pressure. “I want retribution, but the priest is already dead. And now so are more of our family.” And they had been too weak to even consider joining the fight. “I have gained so much from ascending, but I am useless to our family in this war.”
“I’m Ophelia,” they utter softly, the natural dreamlike cadence of their voice muted further with grief. “Sam was the one that helped me find The Voice to ascend. He showed me the ocean. He…” they break off and press the heels of their palms into their eye sockets. Their systems register it as a dull pressure. “I want retribution, but the priest is already dead. And now so are more of our family.” And they had been too weak to even consider joining the fight. “I have gained so much from ascending, but I am useless to our family in this war.”
