Why? It wanted to end their pain, it has said as much. As though each soul were a rabbit caught beneath the wheels of a cart. As though such wounds would not scar over given time, become an impact and not an end. Someone should have been there for them. Should have protected them. From this, from the world, from themselves.
She watches its eyes, regards it warily. Wren believes in the mercy of a blade. And yet,
It was not one of hers. No, not one. Not one, but all.
Each living, beating heart of the Spire: hers. My people, my home! A sworn duty, a role to fulfill — splintered as surely as bone.
Of course she cares. She would not break herself against this did she not. You do what must be done, because someone has to do it. Because no one else is going to. You care, and you learn to close yourself to it; to swallow that fire and cage it in place. You handle the how, because the why shifts, changes. Because someone always needs the how.
no subject
Blunt, reductive. Defensive.
Why? It wanted to end their pain, it has said as much. As though each soul were a rabbit caught beneath the wheels of a cart. As though such wounds would not scar over given time, become an impact and not an end. Someone should have been there for them. Should have protected them. From this, from the world, from themselves.
She watches its eyes, regards it warily. Wren believes in the mercy of a blade. And yet,
It was not one of hers. No, not one. Not one, but all.
Each living, beating heart of the Spire: hers. My people, my home! A sworn duty, a role to fulfill — splintered as surely as bone.
Of course she cares. She would not break herself against this did she not. You do what must be done, because someone has to do it. Because no one else is going to. You care, and you learn to close yourself to it; to swallow that fire and cage it in place. You handle the how, because the why shifts, changes. Because someone always needs the how.