[ Saving him, helping him, and caring for him aren’t acts for which she seeks thanks, for they are something she gives freely, effortlessly. It costs her nothing to love him. This is just as love should be.
He says she’s amazing, and she’s both moved and conflicted by it. Is saving a loved one’s life truly amazing? Shouldn’t it simply be the standard? She had only done what she could, and only after they had spoken together about it. She’s relieved and optimistic that he is alive; simultaneously, it feels like a near-miss that feeds into the teeth of guilt.
His fingers brushing upon her crystal make her think further:
What about all of those who she didn’t save as a crystal, watching as time passed, as people lived and died? Of all of those who had prayed for comfort, salvation, help, and life to a power greater than them, that could save them, but only remained aloof, untouchable, merely observing, never answering? The Trinity had remained distant, allowing humanity to navigate its own course, allowing them freedom. Was it, in fact, cruel of them to not intervene, to not take action to help that which they created?
…Perhaps she’s thinking too much into this. The facts are these: she loves him, and so she had chosen to intervene. To help, to not merely be an observer but instead someone that answers a call for help. She gives that help freely. She would not choose otherwise. ]
Amazing? [ At long last, the complex expression she wears softens as she answers him, pensive. A quiet, shy smile tugs at the corner of her lips. ]
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He says she’s amazing, and she’s both moved and conflicted by it. Is saving a loved one’s life truly amazing? Shouldn’t it simply be the standard? She had only done what she could, and only after they had spoken together about it. She’s relieved and optimistic that he is alive; simultaneously, it feels like a near-miss that feeds into the teeth of guilt.
His fingers brushing upon her crystal make her think further:
What about all of those who she didn’t save as a crystal, watching as time passed, as people lived and died? Of all of those who had prayed for comfort, salvation, help, and life to a power greater than them, that could save them, but only remained aloof, untouchable, merely observing, never answering? The Trinity had remained distant, allowing humanity to navigate its own course, allowing them freedom. Was it, in fact, cruel of them to not intervene, to not take action to help that which they created?
…Perhaps she’s thinking too much into this. The facts are these: she loves him, and so she had chosen to intervene. To help, to not merely be an observer but instead someone that answers a call for help. She gives that help freely. She would not choose otherwise. ]
Amazing? [ At long last, the complex expression she wears softens as she answers him, pensive. A quiet, shy smile tugs at the corner of her lips. ]
Funny, I think that about you every day.