Saracen wasn't sure why that particular thought, rising above the maelstrom and numbed pain, was the one that finally spurred him into action. Maybe it was the straw that broke the camel's back, or -- remembering a lecture given by his father over a century ago -- maybe it was just the first tangible, representative reminder of how utterly broken things were back home (and they were broken, made only worse by the fact the rest of the world kept on obliviously turning). Whatever the reason, Saracen finally left Ghastly's side, walked over, and sat down awkwardly on the arm of the chair to hug his father.
The inner turmoil subsided, crystallised to a sharp point. I've missed you so much.
An earlier echo of Erskine, but fueled by something different -- an apology and a consolidation at once. Hopeless was here. However long they had, hours, days, or weeks, it was more than any of them had ever expected.
"Ghastly," Saracen said. His voice came out painfully raw. He cleared his throat and tried again, and this time managed to sound teasing. "Ghastly. He makes better water than Erskine does."
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Saracen wasn't sure why that particular thought, rising above the maelstrom and numbed pain, was the one that finally spurred him into action. Maybe it was the straw that broke the camel's back, or -- remembering a lecture given by his father over a century ago -- maybe it was just the first tangible, representative reminder of how utterly broken things were back home (and they were broken, made only worse by the fact the rest of the world kept on obliviously turning). Whatever the reason, Saracen finally left Ghastly's side, walked over, and sat down awkwardly on the arm of the chair to hug his father.
The inner turmoil subsided, crystallised to a sharp point. I've missed you so much.
An earlier echo of Erskine, but fueled by something different -- an apology and a consolidation at once. Hopeless was here. However long they had, hours, days, or weeks, it was more than any of them had ever expected.
"Ghastly," Saracen said. His voice came out painfully raw. He cleared his throat and tried again, and this time managed to sound teasing. "Ghastly. He makes better water than Erskine does."