"Because you what? Can't stay awake all hours of the day? Can't be in two places at once?" She reaches a hand to put on her shoulder and then, when they touch--
~ ~ ~
Then, she is standing, at the launch dock, before the advancing swarm. They crash against the Furies as she takes one step forward. Two. There are so many with her. There are so few Nova Knights left.
in her hands, the last, most precious relic of all. Of course it would fall to her to use it. Of course it would fall to her, like all the other responsibilities.
As she steps off the dock, and the others follow her into the starry void, the swarm becomes a miasma that seeps in to her consecrated ground.
The chant begins. Her effort is courageous and mighty. Her breath is strong. Her heart pulses with fury and sorrow, just as it does now.
It is not enough. Most of them barely choke out the last words of their part, the chorus slowly becoming quieter, and quieter. She can do nothing. She can do nothing. It's all she could do to keep them alive this long, long enough for this last, desperate plan.
She raises the last relic, glowing with the light of so many stars. So so many stars. She makes the chant, even as her feet begin to sink into the Abyss.
She speaks a wish, a wish born of her long-held isolation.
no subject
~ ~ ~
Then, she is standing, at the launch dock, before the advancing swarm. They crash against the Furies as she takes one step forward. Two. There are so many with her. There are so few Nova Knights left.
in her hands, the last, most precious relic of all. Of course it would fall to her to use it. Of course it would fall to her, like all the other responsibilities.
As she steps off the dock, and the others follow her into the starry void, the swarm becomes a miasma that seeps in to her consecrated ground.
The chant begins. Her effort is courageous and mighty. Her breath is strong. Her heart pulses with fury and sorrow, just as it does now.
It is not enough. Most of them barely choke out the last words of their part, the chorus slowly becoming quieter, and quieter. She can do nothing. She can do nothing. It's all she could do to keep them alive this long, long enough for this last, desperate plan.
She raises the last relic, glowing with the light of so many stars. So so many stars. She makes the chant, even as her feet begin to sink into the Abyss.
She speaks a wish, a wish born of her long-held isolation.
~ ~ ~
"NO!"