What more was there to say, really? he was right. there were no wordsā€”she had very few herself, even at the best of times. and she didn't have anything to show for today but a deep-seated tired, and more questions. questions where she wished she had answersā€”for herselfā€”and for him.]
[ she's quiet, but still he consistently finds himself seeking out these small moments of reprieve. if one could call this reprieve. it feels like... purgatory. ]
No.
Not about this killing, not about the killers, not about this place at all.
it's another silent question into the air, with no one else answering. this whole place was another war of a different stripe, each day another battle, and yet she finds herself struggling to place the right words when it feels most important to do so.
she wrings her hands, and brushes off the screen with her sleeve, typing slowly.]
I think there's something larger than all of us at work.
I know it sounds too simple, but with everything at work, there must be more meaning to these killings.
[ there is something in motion here. something he doesn't know how to stop—a force of momentum he cannot see or touch or hold back. not yet, anyway. and he is not easily the hopeful sort. ]
But by the time we find out more, will we have piled up more bodies?
Even if we vote for the correct person, it does not stop the tide. It ebbs and flows and takes us with it. [ someone has to die for it. even if he wants to get retribution for the murders—a small, long-buried part of him struggles against this entire system. ]
[she's sent the message before she even has time to think about her bold claim, how quick it had jumped from her fingers. but even with it staring her back on the screen, she keeps typing.]
I told you when we arrived. Even if we have to endure this, we'll find a way. I know we can.
But we can't drag ourselves down thinking about what we can do to stop the tides if our plan is to drain the ocean. All we can do is work hard for what we believe in.
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divineimpulse) wrote2021-06-05 06:42 pm
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[...
maybe it's easier, sometimes. through a text-based medium, instead of out loud.]
Do you want to talk?
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[ it's a hard night. he wasn't close to lan wangji, and he isn't close to manwol, but all the same. the next message comes swiftly enough: ]
It is difficult to have much to say, after all that has happened.
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We still don't know the shape of anything.
[...
What more was there to say, really? he was right. there were no wordsā€”she had very few herself, even at the best of times. and she didn't have anything to show for today but a deep-seated tired, and more questions. questions where she wished she had answersā€”for herselfā€”and for him.]
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No.
Not about this killing, not about the killers, not about this place at all.
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what would gilbert say? rodrigue? dedue?
it's another silent question into the air, with no one else answering. this whole place was another war of a different stripe, each day another battle, and yet she finds herself struggling to place the right words when it feels most important to do so.
she wrings her hands, and brushes off the screen with her sleeve, typing slowly.]
I think there's something larger than all of us at work.
I know it sounds too simple, but with everything at work, there must be more meaning to these killings.
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[ there is something in motion here. something he doesn't know how to stop—a force of momentum he cannot see or touch or hold back. not yet, anyway. and he is not easily the hopeful sort. ]
But by the time we find out more, will we have piled up more bodies?
Even if we vote for the correct person, it does not stop the tide. It ebbs and flows and takes us with it. [ someone has to die for it. even if he wants to get retribution for the murders—a small, long-buried part of him struggles against this entire system. ]
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[she's sent the message before she even has time to think about her bold claim, how quick it had jumped from her fingers. but even with it staring her back on the screen, she keeps typing.]
I told you when we arrived. Even if we have to endure this, we'll find a way. I know we can.
But we can't drag ourselves down thinking about what we can do to stop the tides if our plan is to drain the ocean. All we can do is work hard for what we believe in.