[ Her waking mind, haze from the passage of time and the amassing of experiences, seeks his — and of course, of course he chooses to embrace it. To gather her too-small form into his arms and tug her off her feet, wrapping her spine and the back of her blonde head in his hands to cradle her close. What has happened to her? How is it that she is so emptied out and hollow, now? ]
You came back, is what matters.
[ To him, of course. To this place, which is still a hellscape, but at least they are together in it — able to rely on one another for validation and meaning, comfort. He'd gone away once, too. Soon after firing the weapon upon Highstorm, soon after dying to Amos's hands, he'd found himself far away in Egypt again, living out memories he had yet to experience as if he were there. And he had been there. Time was a strange ocean, for a god, after all. ]
What happened, Ruby? You have lost so much of yourself. Who, or what, took it away?
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You came back, is what matters.
[ To him, of course. To this place, which is still a hellscape, but at least they are together in it — able to rely on one another for validation and meaning, comfort. He'd gone away once, too. Soon after firing the weapon upon Highstorm, soon after dying to Amos's hands, he'd found himself far away in Egypt again, living out memories he had yet to experience as if he were there. And he had been there. Time was a strange ocean, for a god, after all. ]
What happened, Ruby? You have lost so much of yourself. Who, or what, took it away?