Ophelia
we're just two ghosts
swimming in a glass half empty
swimming in a glass half empty
Isla is a sweet person, and Ophelia is not surprised by her sincerity, but the medic will find no matching remorse in the younger Ascended. “I am sorry for their actions, but I am the last of their line - and I will live long enough for their memory to be muddled and washed away. That is justice enough for me.” And when Ophelia dies, they will never have to reunite with their birth family, soul cradled safe in The Voice’s hands. Cruelty did not deserve remembrance or forgiveness, no matter the pretty package of faith and fealty it came in.
Ophelia’s excitement overtakes the precious dark topic like a storm, pale irises nearly aglow with glee at the prospect. “I will have to test that at the Oasis immediately,” they mutter to themself with a mad-scientist smile, fingers dancing in imitation of dancers across the metal table to grab the stones as directed. They sink into the sap with a thwump that inspires a little giggle, watching as they painstakingly slowly force their way to the bottom of the vessel. “Well, what now?”
Ophelia’s excitement overtakes the precious dark topic like a storm, pale irises nearly aglow with glee at the prospect. “I will have to test that at the Oasis immediately,” they mutter to themself with a mad-scientist smile, fingers dancing in imitation of dancers across the metal table to grab the stones as directed. They sink into the sap with a thwump that inspires a little giggle, watching as they painstakingly slowly force their way to the bottom of the vessel. “Well, what now?”
trying vainly to forget
the pain that came with heartbeats
the pain that came with heartbeats
