ANTIZEROES
“ DIMITRI, do you... by any chance... fear god? ” A rhetorical question, she knew fully well there wasn’t one. No, no god wouldn’t have missed a prized chance to strike them all down to ash if given it--but, if there was, he wouldn’t be cognizant of such a feeling in the first place, would he? Both him and Nikolas were unable, incapable of dying. Xalia is more than certain that over the many, many centuries they’ve been alive, death has become an issue grown to be accepted towards the fate of others like her-- having passed all in the same fashion as they have lived.
we all must come and go, and these bandages wrapped around my chest tell well enough for you to realize i cannot stay for very long.
Nevertheless, that isn’t to say she doesn’t cherish these frugal, preciously kept moments made together, spending the last few days ( an assumption she can only infer, all depending on the ever growing lack of strength she’s struggling to keep up ) talking about things pertaining to anything but the harsh reality that lays out before her. To her, this felt like contentment. To her, this was how she wanted things to end.
“ You shouldn’t play against him, no matter what happens to me. This was my undoing-- it was bound to happen. ”