Lena
if I can stop one heart
from breaking
It was true – the questions, the statements, the inquiries sounded vastly familiar; the natural way of things as individuals aged, as they began to understood the way of the world. Death was a part of life, as were souls being taken to Mort, where they could remain in peace, in serenity, in tranquility, after a hardened one here. As children, they learned not to fear the art, the act, of dying, because Mort waited for them. Because there would be repose again. Because it was already a certainty. It was what they did in the current life that might cause far more apprehensions and vexations, given the riling circumstances. Lena listened quietly, one hand going into her pocket for some treats for a nearby rhamphire. “I can see how that would be beneficial.” She’d yet to even think about going to guidance in aspects of the Ascended – ignorance was bliss, perhaps, in the way she hadn’t been exposed to them. Nothing, short of tales like these.from breaking
Power and immortality, temptation, new ways over the old, her head shaking in the disbelief, in the quiet maelstroms enticement eternally extended. But her suggestion was given some thought, even though she hadn’t yet fully immersed herself into such a rabbit hole. Her head lifted, tilting, eyes going to the stars lit along the horizon, to the gentle swirl of life not impacted by such vehemence. Not yet. “I’m sure one of you is skilled at propaganda. Or -,” and here her brows furrowed slightly, the uncertainty peeking through. But she wouldn’t cease on the notion, allowing it to mend and bend into the bridges. An idea; and perhaps nothing more. “Maybe there are some who are unhappy with their choice. They don’t like what they’ve become.” Perhaps it was too late to alter them back; but to prove a point? To ruin the goddess that destroyed them?
I shall not live in vain
