[ There is a futility, in everything they do. Every mission they have completed, they have returned dragging behind bodies, making every victory thin, transparent and meaningless, filled with despair. Their breed, whatever that is meant to be, is dying. Beset in all directions by the Enemy, what few they hatch continue to fall, another after another after another.
It has little to do with each of them individually. The Darkling had sworn to her with all his sincerity that he would not descend into the depths, and yet. He returns to her only a body, not a mind, replaced so quickly by new hosts. Ilde will greet them all, but she expects most to tumble back beneath the waters from which they arose. Her own mood has stabilized in acceptance of these facts, in contemplation on her own place within this crusade.
It is what it is.
But she knows who will be hurt most by Aleksander's fall. The twin who had awoken with him...
She waits in her garden for him, when he is ready for the peace and the quiet, with her. ]
(closed for bellamy)
It has little to do with each of them individually. The Darkling had sworn to her with all his sincerity that he would not descend into the depths, and yet. He returns to her only a body, not a mind, replaced so quickly by new hosts. Ilde will greet them all, but she expects most to tumble back beneath the waters from which they arose. Her own mood has stabilized in acceptance of these facts, in contemplation on her own place within this crusade.
It is what it is.
But she knows who will be hurt most by Aleksander's fall. The twin who had awoken with him...
She waits in her garden for him, when he is ready for the peace and the quiet, with her. ]