by PoeticJustice » Sun Mar 08, 2015 2:34 am
She considered, the silence drawing between them as her brow furrowed.
"That makes sense," she said finally. "I admit I cannot... understand fully. I've never... had a home to defend.' Well, not since the last one burned to the ground but did that even count, the bitter thought drifted through her mind and she banished it. "But I can understand wanting to defend the things that are important to you. I... have become uniquely attached to the people here, and feel driven to protect them."
"It is a unique circumstance for me. I have always been sent from place to place to do a job. Once I finish that job, I was sent to the next place. Whisper Hill is the first time I have truly... settled anywhere in a long time."
She pulled one knee up to her chest and studied him. A year ago she had run out of the cafeteria at a quarantine zone, barely able to breathe due to the feeling of claustrophobia in her chest. Too many people. Too many voices. All of it pushing in on her. This young man had given her juice, and some eggs, and she had responded with a feral wariness. She'd been wearing a bloody tank top, tattered bloody jeans, and her torn trench coat.
The coat remained, but underneath she wore a clean shirt, smooth jeans, the yellow and black scarf around her neck. Her feral demeanor -- always an inch from fight or flight -- was replaced with an easy calm that was almost natural.
Settled? An apt word. And, maybe more than anyone else, Lou had seen the worst of her.
"I am sorry," she said, her mind drifting back. "I interrupted you before. You were going to say something?"
If this is to end in fire
Then we should all burn together
Watch the flames climb high into the night
Calling out for the rope, sent by and we will
Watch the flames burn on and on the mountain side hey