it's complicated, when your soul is made of such a bizarre, twisted existence. when his life has been mired in tragedy and there is so little indication that it will be getting any better. maybe it would be simpler, sweeter to end it all.
it is like viewing events like an outsider. it is his house, during those days that the war kept him and elise apart. it is moments before a ritual, moments before she's taken away, moments before she leaves him behind.
the spirit egg is held between his palms. but there's something wrong with it. it doesn't feel like warm energy. there is something inside that is hungry, that seeks to devour.
he has two choices. he can save elise, breaking the egg open and releasing what's inside. it doesn't feel friendly.
or he can let this moment drift away like a dream and do nothing at all. ]
daan
it's complicated, when your soul is made of such a bizarre, twisted existence. when his life has been mired in tragedy and there is so little indication that it will be getting any better. maybe it would be simpler, sweeter to end it all.
it is like viewing events like an outsider. it is his house, during those days that the war kept him and elise apart. it is moments before a ritual, moments before she's taken away, moments before she leaves him behind.
the spirit egg is held between his palms. but there's something wrong with it. it doesn't feel like warm energy. there is something inside that is hungry, that seeks to devour.
he has two choices. he can save elise, breaking the egg open and releasing what's inside. it doesn't feel friendly.
or he can let this moment drift away like a dream and do nothing at all. ]