"If you could wrap it," A faint gesture, Alan finally looks up. So she didn't only stay for him, stay to protect him. No.
Comfort. She stayed because she wanted comfort. Because she was frightened. It's a disappointment, for all that he knows he should have expected it. For a moment he thought better of her.
There's hope to be found, in survival. He can't think what she's found here but soporific melancholy. Hardship glazed over milky-white, warmth faded behind so much frosted glass. Watching everyone — everything — good recede.
Green used to bloom all across her skin. It might have taken root, even underground. We would have died, as though they hadn't risked that twice over to try and save her.
"Are you living?" There's an edge to it, but the question's an honest one. He wants to know. This bitter little place she occupies, it tastes more like survival than all the years he's spent on the wing. "Is this a life?"
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Comfort. She stayed because she wanted comfort. Because she was frightened. It's a disappointment, for all that he knows he should have expected it. For a moment he thought better of her.
There's hope to be found, in survival. He can't think what she's found here but soporific melancholy. Hardship glazed over milky-white, warmth faded behind so much frosted glass. Watching everyone — everything — good recede.
Green used to bloom all across her skin. It might have taken root, even underground. We would have died, as though they hadn't risked that twice over to try and save her.
"Are you living?" There's an edge to it, but the question's an honest one. He wants to know. This bitter little place she occupies, it tastes more like survival than all the years he's spent on the wing. "Is this a life?"