back to that quiet time with isha. with silly games and paints. where she could braid her hair and dance to music. but it's all gone, isn't it? she got silco back, but she lost all of that. there's never going to be another isha. there isn't going to be a sevika who will gruffly change her mind and shoot a chembaron for her. she's here and she's silco's and she wants that but —
but the whispers are back. they clamor around her head. he's right, they don't understand, they'll never understand, this is all they'll see, this is all it'll ever be. you're a jinx, jinx, jinx
"my sister is dead"
she lowers the wrench. it's all pointless, isn't it? there's nothing she can do. there's nothing. the rot in her lungs. the grey, cloying, cluttering it up. the shimmer in her veins, the insanity in the glint. she's this, forever and ever and ever
she grips at her hair. tugs at it. she wants to — she doesn't know what she wants because she's never going to get it. ]
cw: mental illness
back to that quiet time with isha. with silly games and paints. where she could braid her hair and dance to music. but it's all gone, isn't it? she got silco back, but she lost all of that. there's never going to be another isha. there isn't going to be a sevika who will gruffly change her mind and shoot a chembaron for her. she's here and she's silco's and she wants that but —
but the whispers are back. they clamor around her head. he's right, they don't understand, they'll never understand, this is all they'll see, this is all it'll ever be. you're a jinx, jinx, jinx
"my sister is dead"
she lowers the wrench. it's all pointless, isn't it? there's nothing she can do. there's nothing. the rot in her lungs. the grey, cloying, cluttering it up. the shimmer in her veins, the insanity in the glint. she's this, forever and ever and ever
she grips at her hair. tugs at it. she wants to — she doesn't know what she wants because she's never going to get it. ]
I — I don't — Why?
Why won't they just say why?!