we are just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
Ophelia nods along, pale hair swaying. “We need all types. Those who want to convince, those who fight and defend, healers and philosophers alike. But we are so few, and so the actions of each person are weighed so heavily.” Which is cruel and unfair, but they have no other choice than to bear its weight.
He paints a picture for them to see in their mind, and Ophelia plays with his fingers like a child as they let their grief float further away to instead focus on this better idea. “It sounds very fun,” their dreamlike voice sighs. “And you and I can be the organizers, and wear mighty crowns and sashes so nobody can mistake us.” Crinkles form in the corners of their eyes as they grin, fangs poking through at the mental image.
He paints a picture for them to see in their mind, and Ophelia plays with his fingers like a child as they let their grief float further away to instead focus on this better idea. “It sounds very fun,” their dreamlike voice sighs. “And you and I can be the organizers, and wear mighty crowns and sashes so nobody can mistake us.” Crinkles form in the corners of their eyes as they grin, fangs poking through at the mental image.
