[ Within Ruby's mind, Set's arms and hands wind through their fragile connection. He slips them through the curve of her elbows and drapes around her, warm and shaken and cautious as he attempts to card through her mind and find falsity from either of them. ( Paranoia is deep in his heart, a mistrust born of what Gen had done — had shown himself doing. He cannot believe either of them, until he feels the proof firmly in his hands. ) Even though his confidence in his and Ruby's arrangement is firm and true, there is a deep injury within him,
an old and violent betrayal,
that twists what he's cautiously built with everyone, sours it. Damages it in his mind, taints it. He wants to trust Ruby. With what Gen had done, though — ? ]
Did he, really? He seemed to conclude that tossing them from the island, into the abyss, was his decision before.
They are canopic jars. They hold parts of one's soul, in preparation for the afterlife and rebirth. There are four of them, in total. Two, I have and these two, if real... make four. Four of six pieces, of someone very important to me.
no subject
an old and violent betrayal,
that twists what he's cautiously built with everyone, sours it. Damages it in his mind, taints it. He wants to trust Ruby. With what Gen had done, though — ? ]
Did he, really? He seemed to conclude that tossing them from the island, into the abyss, was his decision before.
They are canopic jars. They hold parts of one's soul, in preparation for the afterlife and rebirth. There are four of them, in total. Two, I have and these two, if real... make four. Four of six pieces, of someone very important to me.