[ Honerva falls silent while Lup speaks and remains so for several long moments after, focusing on those critical words, her heart, the pulsing of that energy as much as the chorus rages against it.
You are an abomination. I would never consider you as kin. He was tall and perfect and all she had of him to truly know was his back turning away from her, and that awful sight that would not leave her. The moment that she knew returning to her universe would be nothing but pain. And now, only to see this...
The voices did not ever care about her, not the future or even the fate of her son. Just to use in a moment of weakness, no matter how long it would last or seize upon it, but more importantly she was not alone here with them; what mattered, who mattered, were right there in the room with her. Lup. Pyra. All was not dark as much as it seemed to be. Her magic shifts inside of her, wild and restless that it might be sensed, but with a sharp gasp she leans forward again, yet still unable to sob freely, so much of it caged within her turmoil.
He made the choice to walk away from her and so long as she could remain apart from him, perhaps he would still have a better chance, after all of this. Which felt awful and wrong still, but for Lup... Lup was family, she embodied it, all of the care the word was meant to be, the fierceness of her protection, the way she was unafraid of challenging this.
Wherever you go, I'll bring you back.
She looks up again, pain still in her eyes, voice now breathy, but better strengthened now for the struggle. ]
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You are an abomination. I would never consider you as kin. He was tall and perfect and all she had of him to truly know was his back turning away from her, and that awful sight that would not leave her. The moment that she knew returning to her universe would be nothing but pain. And now, only to see this...
The voices did not ever care about her, not the future or even the fate of her son. Just to use in a moment of weakness, no matter how long it would last or seize upon it, but more importantly she was not alone here with them; what mattered, who mattered, were right there in the room with her. Lup. Pyra. All was not dark as much as it seemed to be. Her magic shifts inside of her, wild and restless that it might be sensed, but with a sharp gasp she leans forward again, yet still unable to sob freely, so much of it caged within her turmoil.
He made the choice to walk away from her and so long as she could remain apart from him, perhaps he would still have a better chance, after all of this. Which felt awful and wrong still, but for Lup... Lup was family, she embodied it, all of the care the word was meant to be, the fierceness of her protection, the way she was unafraid of challenging this.
Wherever you go, I'll bring you back.
She looks up again, pain still in her eyes, voice now breathy, but better strengthened now for the struggle. ]
... and we... chose each other.