A question they'll never be able to answer, but one that remains so easy to fixate on. What if. What if her world had gained more traction in space travel? What would their problems be? Would Creatures seem like such a threat if their world was wider? Would they just expand their suspicions of strange powers to the universe around them, rather than what's underneath the surface?
She doesn't dwell for too long, because Glacius' words transport her elsewhere, into stars that hang above them and to somewhere else entirely. Frozen, shining planets that spin, alight with life.
"You've seen a lot of places, haven't you?" She asks, her eyes mapping out lines between the stars (not constellations, she doesn't know any, just drawing connections where she finds them), words quiet and slow when she speaks. Easy. It's easy to forget that this will all go away soon enough. They won't have this sky any more. They might not have each other any more.
After all, that's been proven time and time again, with people taking to the network to let others know that new friends have disappeared. That's been proven in the way something new happens to slit a throat or extinguish a life with the same sort of ease the gods mess with their emotions and surroundings, even if those people come back, you still lose something. Some sort of stability, assurance that they'll always be there.
(Assurance that has never been real, but the mind is a fool that grasps for anything when it finds something good. She - they, all of them - can do all they can to extinguish hope inside themselves, but it continues to blossom without their blessings.)
sighs same forever. ;;
She doesn't dwell for too long, because Glacius' words transport her elsewhere, into stars that hang above them and to somewhere else entirely. Frozen, shining planets that spin, alight with life.
"You've seen a lot of places, haven't you?" She asks, her eyes mapping out lines between the stars (not constellations, she doesn't know any, just drawing connections where she finds them), words quiet and slow when she speaks. Easy. It's easy to forget that this will all go away soon enough. They won't have this sky any more. They might not have each other any more.
After all, that's been proven time and time again, with people taking to the network to let others know that new friends have disappeared. That's been proven in the way something new happens to slit a throat or extinguish a life with the same sort of ease the gods mess with their emotions and surroundings, even if those people come back, you still lose something. Some sort of stability, assurance that they'll always be there.
(Assurance that has never been real, but the mind is a fool that grasps for anything when it finds something good. She - they, all of them - can do all they can to extinguish hope inside themselves, but it continues to blossom without their blessings.)