on every planet, there were wondrous things that beggared belief. on meyn, it had been the hanging lights resembling small stars that floated through the city. on zyren, he was amazed by the golden-eyed children who could see five years into the future and the elders who put their lives in their hands and revered them as gods. back home, synestra was there very own wonder. a living, breathing city. one that could weep, rage, mourn and love.
kai often wondered what the queen mother thought of him as she looked at him and at the blood that stained every inch of his skin. he wondered if she detested him for all the ghosts of her children that haunted his footsteps.
though he remained cold on the surface–like marble, like bulletproof glass–there was a small part of him that turned its nose up at the queen mother in defiance and answered, you made me into this.
on earth, the wonder came down to this: warm waffles and black coffee. it defied logic that something so simple and so cheap would make all his cells thrill with delight, but there he was in a diner, his senses overjoyed by a simple combination of dough and syrup. pathetic.
he couldn’t wait to leave this planet.
he was torn from his thoughts by the sound of a voice, his eyes flitting upward to meet the other’s gaze. “you may sit,” he confirmed, voice rough with lack of use. “you look fatigued,” he added, more out of observation than genuine interest. “is it due to the events of yesterday?”
“sometimes you forget... you forget just how much damage an idea can cause.” he could only blame himself. there had been attacks before his fall sure. but there had never been something like this... something that cost many innocent souls their lives. and maybe nate hated himself for that. he should hate himself for it he knows that. what he had done, what he was still doing was a mess.
though he didn’t recognize the power in question. so was he to blame? or was it the idea that they weren’t mice to be experimented on, they weren’t bugs to simply crush... nate had to go with it being the idea. he wouldn’t have forgotten if there had been someone in the makeshift group he’d brought together like that.
he couldn’t afford to get caught up in his thoughts of the situation though. he needed to appear the strong stoic leader. the person who could make the tough calls. and perhaps it was time to drop his morals.. perhaps it was time to ensure that change could actually happen.
could he do that? could he shake his foundation? forget the consequences and dive into leading them into the world he had wanted them to be in so many years ago. at this point... perhaps he could. there would always be some of his kind hellbent on self-destruction. there were lessons to learn from them.
perhaps it was time to throw himself into the role he’d molded for himself. perhaps it was time to stain his soul beyond repair.
it’s a routine, sitting down the forced tired smile. “the station demands a lot from people. they want the case solved as soon as possible and that’s just something i see as highly unlikely.” his thoughts were flying free and that was a good indicator that he needed to get sleep. “i’m still trying to figure everything out.. with the abilities that person had. they should have been seen approaching scott.”
