Most of the time, the days just blur together. Without a phone or any other way of telling the passage of time, or even allowing the natural light come through her windows, it could have been days or weeks or months for all Rey cared. Which isn't saying much, as she doesn't care for anything. Sure, she'll drink. Water to keep her body hydrated, liquor to help her sleep. Not what you'd call a nutritional diet, but that's the least of her concerns.
Today has been no different. She's been laying on her side, back turned to Atem and facing the closed off balcony that's been blacked out and barricaded, should anyone try to intrude that way. Honestly she should do something about the front door as well, but even Rey concedes that she needs to leave her confines every now and then to take care of basic needs. That, and she's resigned to the fact that she can't keep people out when they're intent on making their way in. Rose just about nearly tore the door down in order to get inside.
Atem talks. Sometimes, she doesn't bother to listen, but doesn't shut him up either. If the kid wants to talk, then fine. She'll let the background noise put her to rest.
When he mentions something about a cat, however, Rey's eyes slowly open to stare at the wall once more.
Cat... Maketh had one. What was its name again? Kalu?
Named after the first ship she'd served on. Said that she would tell Rey about it someday.
Liar.
Eyes snapping shut again, Rey brings a hand from under the blankets to pinch the bridge of her nose. It seems that, by trying not to think about something, she only just thinks about it even more. And the hurt reminds her again -- of everything. Of the things that Maketh had left behind. Abandoned. Including that cat. Still here? With Henry? Or did it die, alone and forgotten?
In some pathetic way, she would have envied the creature if it had. There are days where Rey feels like doing the same. To just turn to waste and bank on Hope never bringing her back. With Sorrow gone, it's not like she's helping anyone these days.
Remembering that Atem had just said something, finally Rey speaks:
"Don't hate them," she admits. "He's here. Probably hiding. Nick says it's a little radioactive."
And if that one-eyed monster of a hairless feline has enough sense to recognize its own condition, it probably knew better than to try and share its love with random guests.
ffff.
Today has been no different. She's been laying on her side, back turned to Atem and facing the closed off balcony that's been blacked out and barricaded, should anyone try to intrude that way. Honestly she should do something about the front door as well, but even Rey concedes that she needs to leave her confines every now and then to take care of basic needs. That, and she's resigned to the fact that she can't keep people out when they're intent on making their way in. Rose just about nearly tore the door down in order to get inside.
Atem talks. Sometimes, she doesn't bother to listen, but doesn't shut him up either. If the kid wants to talk, then fine. She'll let the background noise put her to rest.
When he mentions something about a cat, however, Rey's eyes slowly open to stare at the wall once more.
Cat... Maketh had one. What was its name again? Kalu?
Named after the first ship she'd served on. Said that she would tell Rey about it someday.
Liar.
Eyes snapping shut again, Rey brings a hand from under the blankets to pinch the bridge of her nose. It seems that, by trying not to think about something, she only just thinks about it even more. And the hurt reminds her again -- of everything. Of the things that Maketh had left behind. Abandoned. Including that cat. Still here? With Henry? Or did it die, alone and forgotten?
In some pathetic way, she would have envied the creature if it had. There are days where Rey feels like doing the same. To just turn to waste and bank on Hope never bringing her back. With Sorrow gone, it's not like she's helping anyone these days.
Remembering that Atem had just said something, finally Rey speaks:
"Don't hate them," she admits. "He's here. Probably hiding. Nick says it's a little radioactive."
And if that one-eyed monster of a hairless feline has enough sense to recognize its own condition, it probably knew better than to try and share its love with random guests.