He didn’t pace, didn’t yell. In fact, he didn’t so much as draw his brows together in concern. He simply sat, back against the willow behind, peering up at the sky; the source, apparently, of their imminent demise. It was funny how calm he felt about the whole thing. Sure, it was troubling that two days from now, he would most likely be deceased along with a great many others, but he hardly saw it as something to explode over.
“It is strange, not being able to do anything to stop this threat.” Finally, his gaze fell back down to Xeha. “In the past, there was always a battle to fight, or a person to speak to to change the course of things. Yet this time, there is nothing.”
He’d heard that some people had a list of things they did before they died -dreams or something of the like- however, that, he felt, was rather pointless. A good life he had led; nothing he did at this juncture was going to add to or take away from that, in the end.
There was no sense in panicking. The end was near, and there was nothing they could do about it, so why even bother freaking out? Xeha stared up at the stars. “Yes, it is strange being completely unable to prevent our possible demise. There is no fighting it. There is no bargaining to put it on hold.” The young woman had a list of things she wanted to do before she passed, but there was no time to do it. All of the things were too far away, so she just had to make peace with her situation. “Do you really think the world is going to end tomorrow?”
