💭 How do you want to be remembered?
Priscilla had never desired to live eternally. She never longed to be a heroine of anyone other than herself, nor to be paraded like that of Guy Fawkes’ failure or Aristotle’s misogyny. Still, the question hung in the air with a weight - her thoughts transpiring at all endless possibilities and yet still succumbing to one alone. “I never did care too much for the legacy I left behind,” her voice drags with languid measure. “Even ships are remembered.” Though she supposed they were simple to speak of - they came with little sin and far less disappointment. “All I know is that when I do eventually go down, I’ll go down swinging. If you miss me, you can always try speaking my name in the mirror three times.”
