HARPER
What if we're all just sleeping satellites
Why do we drift so far from home
Why do we drift so far from home
It clearly has him taken aback, but Harper only smiles kindly, not wanting to point it out in any way. He would offer it to anyone, it’s true, but part of him does hope that this could mean some sort of bridge fostered between them. It’s always difficult to discern whether those desires to be close to and appreciated by his people comes from himself or the Councilman in his head.
“My pleasure,” he assures quietly, and is pleasantly surprised when the merman introduces himself. Since no hand is offered, Harper easily assumes it’s not a customary greeting and doesn’t pursue it; though his smile undeniably brightens. “I’m Harper. It’s nice to meet you - outside of business, of course.” They are different people without those chains around their necks. He’s eager to see what kind Hadama is, unshackled and free of scrutiny.
“My pleasure,” he assures quietly, and is pleasantly surprised when the merman introduces himself. Since no hand is offered, Harper easily assumes it’s not a customary greeting and doesn’t pursue it; though his smile undeniably brightens. “I’m Harper. It’s nice to meet you - outside of business, of course.” They are different people without those chains around their necks. He’s eager to see what kind Hadama is, unshackled and free of scrutiny.
Why do we wake ourselves from paradise
Where we will never be alone
Where we will never be alone
