[ The hand that guides without the guided seeing how it ends can be a warm, deft handling, cold as the results are when written on paper. She's not the child she'd been, pushed by her father to keep going, don't stop, no breaks, we're not done yet. We're not satisfied. She'd resented it, resented it and loved it, when she was so firmly caught between his sights that she was his sole attention focus. The voice and hands and face that demanded more from her than anyone else, that expected she'd succeed, that would accept no less.
They'd been striving toward his ideals back then. There'd been a motivating reason for him, and she'd stood there, seen it as nothing so grand, but not refusing his entreaties to give more and more, up to the day he'd held her shoulders and said he couldn't ask her for an apology. They'd run out of time for that, and the ideals that'd driven him to teach her, the things he'd wanted so badly in the end, weren't the ones he asked for anymore.
Survive. Come back to me. Your father is always on your side.
One person in a world she's been set up to oppose, from inside and outside of the Walls. Her heart and soul rebels at the thought, connects despite knowing she can't afford it, laughs when the people she respects turn toward her with wide, frightened, angry eyes, and ask her why they're still alive.
We're here because of what you've done. Annie's stopped asking herself why she didn't do what was necessary for her cause. Whatever her hopes had been, whatever sentimentality had urged her to preserve instead of destroy, they had undone her in the end. The lives she'd found so important there are coming undone at the edges here, and that's almost more cruel, watching someone who has mattered turn into a caricature of who they'd once been.
Like she has anything to say about it. Like someone raised to lies and betrayal has anything she can say in the face of an honest person broken down by the world. Welcome to the scum of humanity.
Have fun. ]
They go in to die.
[ It's a flat, suggestive statement. Tell me different. Not accusing, but not shying away from what it means. Someone has to accept the risk of that collection. Taking in animals that aren't seen as fit to leave again in the end. One way tickets to the end. ]
Awful?
[ A little amusement that the camera probably doesn't show so clearly in her eyes and the set of her shoulders. ]
Such a strong word. Then again, I've been living in barracks of some kind the last three years.
[ What are people but that which you endure, even when they're your roommates who let you sleep through the morning when they can point out you should have been up when standing in the line up with the rest of your newest assigned group. (Thanks, Hitch.) ]
Thank you. I'll keep that in mind.
[ She's not one to barge in without reason. people hopping around, getting ready - sounds like another morning in the barracks, under a rush order to get into gear and out the door.
Sharing is caring. Caring is difficult. Sharing is difficult to accept. Feeding parched grounds produces mixed results, but it may be worth it. Something might hold. Grow, even, but that's not worth holding one's breath for.
Kindness is a double edged blade. It cuts no matter how its used. She'll just hope to heal fast enough that it won't matter. ]
um no i think excuse you for all this loveliness woah
They'd been striving toward his ideals back then. There'd been a motivating reason for him, and she'd stood there, seen it as nothing so grand, but not refusing his entreaties to give more and more, up to the day he'd held her shoulders and said he couldn't ask her for an apology. They'd run out of time for that, and the ideals that'd driven him to teach her, the things he'd wanted so badly in the end, weren't the ones he asked for anymore.
Survive. Come back to me. Your father is always on your side.
One person in a world she's been set up to oppose, from inside and outside of the Walls. Her heart and soul rebels at the thought, connects despite knowing she can't afford it, laughs when the people she respects turn toward her with wide, frightened, angry eyes, and ask her why they're still alive.
We're here because of what you've done. Annie's stopped asking herself why she didn't do what was necessary for her cause. Whatever her hopes had been, whatever sentimentality had urged her to preserve instead of destroy, they had undone her in the end. The lives she'd found so important there are coming undone at the edges here, and that's almost more cruel, watching someone who has mattered turn into a caricature of who they'd once been.
Like she has anything to say about it. Like someone raised to lies and betrayal has anything she can say in the face of an honest person broken down by the world. Welcome to the scum of humanity.
Have fun. ]
They go in to die.
[ It's a flat, suggestive statement. Tell me different. Not accusing, but not shying away from what it means. Someone has to accept the risk of that collection. Taking in animals that aren't seen as fit to leave again in the end. One way tickets to the end. ]
Awful?
[ A little amusement that the camera probably doesn't show so clearly in her eyes and the set of her shoulders. ]
Such a strong word. Then again, I've been living in barracks of some kind the last three years.
[ What are people but that which you endure, even when they're your roommates who let you sleep through the morning when they can point out you should have been up when standing in the line up with the rest of your newest assigned group. (Thanks, Hitch.) ]
Thank you. I'll keep that in mind.
[ She's not one to barge in without reason. people hopping around, getting ready - sounds like another morning in the barracks, under a rush order to get into gear and out the door.
Sharing is caring. Caring is difficult. Sharing is difficult to accept. Feeding parched grounds produces mixed results, but it may be worth it. Something might hold. Grow, even, but that's not worth holding one's breath for.
Kindness is a double edged blade. It cuts no matter how its used. She'll just hope to heal fast enough that it won't matter. ]