"No?" she said, floating up next to him, and folding her legs neatly under her, so that it appeared she was sitting. Having no solid ground under her was a bit disconcerting - she was unaccustomed to the sensation. But then, of late, she'd had to acclimate to it metaphorically, so it was probably fitting.
It was actually painful to hear his voice that way. She had never heard that tone from him, that heaviness that said so much about his response to these recent events, about his suffering. She reached out to him, taking his hand and squeezing it. Her eyes rested on his face, even as he only looked up at the limitless sky, and she suppressed the immense sadness that pushed against her anger.
Oh, Aither. What has she done to you?
But she did not speak these thoughts aloud. Instead she asked,
The light would never harm him, could never harm him, but he wished sincerely that it could. A pain of a different kind would be a welcome respite from the pain that his mother had caused him. He focused instead on his sister, and his love for her, and her complete ignorance of it. That was enough, wasn't it? He didn't feel that it was.. he still felt emptier than he ever had before
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"Oh, Aither," she said softly. She shook her head, and reclined next to him tentatively. She wasn't put off by lying down next to her brother, but rather the utter lack of solid beneath them. After a moment, though, she got her bearings, and stretched out beside him, still holding his hand, sharing his perspective.
"I don't suppose there's anywhere any of us can go to get away from any of this," she remarked. "Not really."
Her thumb stroked his hand softly.
She turned her head to look at him. There was no real need to comment on what Nyx had done to Erebos at this point - no one knew better than Aither the sheer wrongness of that. But Aither, too, had been wronged, in an utterly different way. Nyx's actions twisted in Lachesis' gut; they infuriated her and sickened her and filled the Measurer with a secret, unspoken guilt. Separating the Work from her life was a skill that Lachesis had mastered - but here... now, looking at Aither, she couldn't help but question if she should have done something. Nudged one thing or the
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It was actually painful to hear his voice that way. She had never heard that tone from him, that heaviness that said so much about his response to these recent events, about his suffering. She reached out to him, taking his hand and squeezing it. Her eyes rested on his face, even as he only looked up at the limitless sky, and she suppressed the immense sadness that pushed against her anger.
Oh, Aither. What has she done to you?
But she did not speak these thoughts aloud. Instead she asked,
"And where else should I have gone, Aither?"
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"I don't suppose there's anywhere any of us can go to get away from any of this," she remarked. "Not really."
Her thumb stroked his hand softly.
She turned her head to look at him. There was no real need to comment on what Nyx had done to Erebos at this point - no one knew better than Aither the sheer wrongness of that. But Aither, too, had been wronged, in an utterly different way. Nyx's actions twisted in Lachesis' gut; they infuriated her and sickened her and filled the Measurer with a secret, unspoken guilt. Separating the Work from her life was a skill that Lachesis had mastered - but here... now, looking at Aither, she couldn't help but question if she should have done something. Nudged one thing or the ( ... )
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