Aren't we all running from something by being here?
[ their pasts. the corpses of their mistakes, unable to come to terms with making peace with their own personal destruction — their devastation. alina has never much invested her faith in saints, absent as they had been, guardians that had never shone a favorable light upon her and mal — but she knows what they all must be searching for. salvation. absolution. and, above all else, an escape from the waking nightmares that wait for them in their worlds.
what is their bargain with the orb, if not fleeing by a different name? making running away sound honorable? alina's guilt insists as much, a heavy stone dropping into the pit of a hollow stomach, as she looks more closely at her choices. all she's been doing is running, hasn't she?
the doctor provides a distraction from sinking into her own dread, eyes snapping back to his. the shining glow in her palms subsides, slow and steady, like a sun descending on the horizon — though she immediately misses the warmth it had offered, once faced with the doctor's (frustratingly) impeccable memory. a chill settles into her bones as she takes a trudging step forward, kicking up snow, and tries to lightly joke, ]
Glowy thing? The only glowy thing is right here in front of you, Doctor.
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[ their pasts. the corpses of their mistakes, unable to come to terms with making peace with their own personal destruction — their devastation. alina has never much invested her faith in saints, absent as they had been, guardians that had never shone a favorable light upon her and mal — but she knows what they all must be searching for. salvation. absolution. and, above all else, an escape from the waking nightmares that wait for them in their worlds.
what is their bargain with the orb, if not fleeing by a different name? making running away sound honorable? alina's guilt insists as much, a heavy stone dropping into the pit of a hollow stomach, as she looks more closely at her choices. all she's been doing is running, hasn't she?
the doctor provides a distraction from sinking into her own dread, eyes snapping back to his. the shining glow in her palms subsides, slow and steady, like a sun descending on the horizon — though she immediately misses the warmth it had offered, once faced with the doctor's (frustratingly) impeccable memory. a chill settles into her bones as she takes a trudging step forward, kicking up snow, and tries to lightly joke, ]
Glowy thing? The only glowy thing is right here in front of you, Doctor.
[ you know. her. ]