You've been all the way to broken
lost your sense of where to go
Relief crosses Harper’s open, expressive face at the knowledge the tunnel still stands. Though he laughs softly, a little self-deprecatingly, at the man’s ensuing comment. “Ah, I’m guilty of that myself. We both seem the type to take on responsibility while forgoing self-care.” And while he wouldn’t have it any other way for himself, as someone who cares far too much for others, he hypocritically wishes Hadama would care more for himself.
“I wasn’t sure exactly what would come about once I activated it, honestly; I also thought it was meant to be offensive.” Such were the woes of OOC decisions. “I think that things in general could have been much worse though, and I want to focus on more well-rounded options moving forward to prevent this from happening again.” Multiple options, at that. Offensive, defensive, reparative…Harper would like to see multitudes of each avenue. Anything to keep this level of destruction from cursing them a second time.
At the mention of Maeve, Harper’s expression closes off a little, aside from clear concern. “She is home, though she hasn’t been for long. Injured, but alive. A miracle really, given where the war was waged.” Not to mention all they’d done, the power of all the compatriots she’d marched with.
“I wasn’t sure exactly what would come about once I activated it, honestly; I also thought it was meant to be offensive.” Such were the woes of OOC decisions. “I think that things in general could have been much worse though, and I want to focus on more well-rounded options moving forward to prevent this from happening again.” Multiple options, at that. Offensive, defensive, reparative…Harper would like to see multitudes of each avenue. Anything to keep this level of destruction from cursing them a second time.
At the mention of Maeve, Harper’s expression closes off a little, aside from clear concern. “She is home, though she hasn’t been for long. Injured, but alive. A miracle really, given where the war was waged.” Not to mention all they’d done, the power of all the compatriots she’d marched with.
remember, pain is just an anchor
that you never had control of
HARPER
