08-19-2018, 09:12 PM
Every corridor was the same. Doors gave way to empty passages. Windows glimpsed grounds draped in darkness. Elsae led a strange path, but a true one. They weren't seen. Though Jai was half prepared to come face to face with Mikel strolling down the hall, medals gleaming on his chest, cords decorating his shoulder. He didn't. Thank the Light. Would have been fitting though.
Somewhere in the pleasant abyss through which he walked, Jai was aware everything was going to be fine. Everyone would survive this light forsaken day, this light forsaken month. Some of them might walk away a little better off for it. And he might actually refrain from jamming a knife into his throat. Which was probably for the best.
Bottles worked wonders, but a little too wondrous to keep up with their kind of pace. But oblivion wasn't the only path to numbness. He should have thought of it sooner, but there were too many meathooks in his skin wrenching him back. He simply wasn't strong enough to break those chains. Sympathy, adoration, passion. Links forged in his very heart. And a man couldn't carve out his own heart.
He had to uncurl the hooks. One by one. And cram something in there to fill what the barb ripped out.
Apathy.
It was through this garden of nothingness he strode. It was the easiest rapture he'd ever known, and did not understand why he'd not welcomed it sooner.
His guide departed. Jai found himself alone, staring at the door that Nythadri crossed every day. Until he could look at it no longer, and turned his back. Waiting.
Somewhere in the pleasant abyss through which he walked, Jai was aware everything was going to be fine. Everyone would survive this light forsaken day, this light forsaken month. Some of them might walk away a little better off for it. And he might actually refrain from jamming a knife into his throat. Which was probably for the best.
Bottles worked wonders, but a little too wondrous to keep up with their kind of pace. But oblivion wasn't the only path to numbness. He should have thought of it sooner, but there were too many meathooks in his skin wrenching him back. He simply wasn't strong enough to break those chains. Sympathy, adoration, passion. Links forged in his very heart. And a man couldn't carve out his own heart.
He had to uncurl the hooks. One by one. And cram something in there to fill what the barb ripped out.
Apathy.
It was through this garden of nothingness he strode. It was the easiest rapture he'd ever known, and did not understand why he'd not welcomed it sooner.
His guide departed. Jai found himself alone, staring at the door that Nythadri crossed every day. Until he could look at it no longer, and turned his back. Waiting.
Only darkness shows you the light.