[ She smoothes the hair away from his face, soft, gently brushes as she bears him down in the white noise of all that suffering. Where his mind can be in turned with the bloody sand like he ought to be. Humming, careful now, no need to startle him. How he goes like a child that has had too long a day and finds himself exhaustedly clinging to a comfort. Lets him hold as tight to the misery she constructs around him until he cannot hold any later.
Then, for the other, she leans in gently, kissing his forehead, like the sister she felt to him. Making sure he was settled in something comforting as his other half destruction.
Later, she will think on this. Like Krieg, she supposes, something brutal and insane and destructive, but still - still hanging on to the rest of him. Hums, perhaps she was suited to him too, after all. She would never turn away from either of them, Aoba ( either of his halves ) or Petre, not after Parker the first time. Not for this thing that gave her life where everything else only sought to take it away. It wanted to be close to them, so she let them be. There would never be a question how she drew them in as tightly as she could.
Pulls away from his mind, lets the memories fall away, shaking herself of the worst of the violence that was inherent, worn out, exhausted with the force of it.
Then she reaches out again, to a different person this time. Tired sounding, now. ]
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Then, for the other, she leans in gently, kissing his forehead, like the sister she felt to him. Making sure he was settled in something comforting as his other half destruction.
Later, she will think on this. Like Krieg, she supposes, something brutal and insane and destructive, but still - still hanging on to the rest of him. Hums, perhaps she was suited to him too, after all. She would never turn away from either of them, Aoba ( either of his halves ) or Petre, not after Parker the first time. Not for this thing that gave her life where everything else only sought to take it away. It wanted to be close to them, so she let them be. There would never be a question how she drew them in as tightly as she could.
Pulls away from his mind, lets the memories fall away, shaking herself of the worst of the violence that was inherent, worn out, exhausted with the force of it.
Then she reaches out again, to a different person this time. Tired sounding, now. ]
( Nirad? )