If we were younger, and the world was different. We all would be but faces to one another, he would have died when he was supposed too, and I would have gladly laid myself down to rest.
[ But we don't live in those kind of stories, that is not our lot. What if, no longer mattered, what was, was the thing in front of them, and she would change what was, not wish over what could have been.
Lakshmi at long lasts straightens. Her back uncurling where her head was hung low. She begins to move, shifting her weight back onto her heels, straightening herself to that same proud form that had no time for misery. Time for wailing was done, so, so long ago. ]
It doesn't matter. It never mattered. We have to keep moving.
[ Shuyi has many of her own vices, chief among them the streak of blinded foolishness that has landed her here, but pride is not one of them. If she ever once walked with her back held as straight as Lakshmi's, it would only be due to decorum. Misery is the most comforting of companions, hovering close to the ground, never one to ask for more.
But she does move, slinging her packed bag over her slouched shoulder and walking toward the queen to grab her arm. ]
They matter, these ties of affection, even if we cannot afford to hold them.
[ It is alright, she means to say, to admit that we have lost something precious. That the loss is devastating. That we would never be the same.
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[ But we don't live in those kind of stories, that is not our lot. What if, no longer mattered, what was, was the thing in front of them, and she would change what was, not wish over what could have been.
Lakshmi at long lasts straightens. Her back uncurling where her head was hung low. She begins to move, shifting her weight back onto her heels, straightening herself to that same proud form that had no time for misery. Time for wailing was done, so, so long ago. ]
It doesn't matter. It never mattered. We have to keep moving.
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But she does move, slinging her packed bag over her slouched shoulder and walking toward the queen to grab her arm. ]
They matter, these ties of affection, even if we cannot afford to hold them.
[ It is alright, she means to say, to admit that we have lost something precious. That the loss is devastating. That we would never be the same.
Then she lets go. ] Which way, then?