[Her faith in Zenith had never been as unflinching as his, even if she stood by her convictions regardless. Is that the reason that she can stand a little taller and unpoisoned, though her body is weak and her mind porous, spilling and rubbing against the emotions of others so easily? She isn't in pain - isn't in the same pain her body normally experiences, at least, so the discomfort she feels now is fresh, enlightening.
The worst of his strife is far from physical. It's lucky that she happened to be passing by this side of their prison to come across it, so she can witness something in Amos that she doesn't think she'd be likely to see again.
Reaching out, she takes one of his hands in both of hers, so that the ichor from his knuckles spills onto her skin as well.]
What's home?
[Caren asks this finally, no assumptions, no wheres. She can't say what she called a home, what she might want to return to...but now she also doubts that anything created anew in the path of Zenith's win could be a home, either. She had been well taken care of, before, in the place where she once lived. It could always be the same again.]
2 caren 2 many...
The worst of his strife is far from physical. It's lucky that she happened to be passing by this side of their prison to come across it, so she can witness something in Amos that she doesn't think she'd be likely to see again.
Reaching out, she takes one of his hands in both of hers, so that the ichor from his knuckles spills onto her skin as well.]
What's home?
[Caren asks this finally, no assumptions, no wheres. She can't say what she called a home, what she might want to return to...but now she also doubts that anything created anew in the path of Zenith's win could be a home, either. She had been well taken care of, before, in the place where she once lived. It could always be the same again.]