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brigadier general ospin ([personal profile] beacane) wrote2017-10-03 05:24 pm

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action. screeches I lost the notif!!

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[ The edge of his cane protrudes outward, held aloft and not quite close to her face. Pyrrha, for her part, doesn't even blink. His words are the more important thing; she gives them her full attention.

It's not that she lacks confidence, just that she's crippled with realism. She no longer believes in the myth of her own immortality like so many adolescents. And this, this surreal landscape, this impossible city? It's a halfway house, a pause between life and what comes after, maybe even a wish granted. It's a kindness, in some form, but kindness cannot hold back a falling building with two hands. Pyrrha doesn't tell him (like she doesn't tell anyone) that she barely believes she's alive somedays, and this may all be moot.

Because, on a good day, she believes all of it. That a miracle was granted, even though she hardly deserves it, and that her future is limitless. That there's merit in this.

His promise is so simple. Pyrrha looks comprehending, and her own weapon slips easily into her hand.

... She waits for his permission to begin, before anything. ]