In between two fires; closed

[sparklequeen]

WHO: Glimmer and Abby
WHAT: Glimmer checks on Abby after hearing about her fight with Ellie.
WHEN: After this thread
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Discussion of violence and torture, grief.

After her conversation with Ellie, Glimmer had had one thing on her mind--checking in on Abby. It felt strange, like she was standing on a bridge that was slowly and surely crumbling and she had to choose one side or the other to run to. She couldn't run though, because doing that would make the bridge crumble all the faster. The first place that Glimmer thinks to check is Abby's room. There's a soft knock on the door and then she calls out.

"Abby? Are you in there? It's Glimmer." Part of her is scared that Abby might simply hate her by association after this. It's a stupid anxiety to have. Abby had stopped the fight, Ellie had said it herself. It wasn't like Glimmer had been there or participated. All the same, she can't help but feel nervous.

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[armd]

The only person holding on. God, she's felt like that for a long time, for years and years now, exhausted and heavy-limbed.

"We were looking for the Fireflies," she says, starting before she can think twice about it, "And it took months to get a lead that didn't take us right to a dead end. I actually talked to a guy over a radio who knew my dad's name." Glimmer will understand the significance of that, all the hope and promise of community, and a safe place to go to. People to rejoin that might remember her. Abby's expression shutters. "But it was a trap. Or- bad timing, I don't know, but they were waiting for us when we tried to leave. Not the Fireflies, a group of slavers that ran the whole fucking area."

She irons her palms over her knees once. Twice, three times, nervous motions. It's still so fresh, close to the surface. Voice buckling, she blurts out, "If I knew we were in their territory I wouldn't have- I never would have put him in danger like that."

[sparklequeen]

Glimmer listens, because it's the only thing she can really do. She will become a receptacle for the burdens on Abby's soul and do what she can to try and soothe this hurt as best she can. She won't fool herself into thinking that she can mend it.

"It sounds like you never would have put him in danger if you could help it. Ever." But the world Abby and Ellie come from is one so fraught with danger that it can't be helped at times.

"You having bad timing doesn't make it your fault. It sounds like you did everything you could," she murmurs.

[armd]

Maybe, deep down, Abby understands that it wasn't her fault. She certainly wouldn't have chosen for things to go in the direction that they did, and Glimmer's right. She did everything that she could. The words burst up out of her anyway, ugly, distressed. "But it wasn't enough." Because she can't stop thinking about it. Can't stop going over what happened in her mind again and again, trying to figure out where the fuck she went wrong.

"Every single adult in his life did him wrong." His mom. His own fucking mom, the elders in his tribe, that creep who wanted to take him for a wife, every single person who set about to kill him for running.

She sucks down a breath but it won't go in enough, shoots out twice as fast no matter how hard she heaves in, "I wanted to help him, I wanted to- find some place he could feel safe, for once, and I fucked it up!"

He trusted her, and she got in his life, and screwed him over.

Just like Mel said she would.