@luxdelumin said: ❛ tomorrow is another day and you won’t have to hide away. ❜
THE WARMTH OF THE candlelight is nothing like the warmth he once felt at his core. the searing solar light, a molten heart. now ash. it’s the closest he can get to it anymore. osiris does not turn his head when he hears ikora. he knows she grieves for sagira too, and he wonders if she pities him. he will age like any lightless person. he will grow older than he’s ever been and he will die.
he hopes her goodbyes when that day comes are simple and to the point. he never liked formalities, and he has little patience for something drawn out.
he thinks too far ahead. for now he soaks in the cold light of the candles, his eyes only briefly glancing to ikora when he can feel her take a seat next to him. he’s not hiding away. he’s just . . .
❝ perhaps . . . ❞ he says, voice barely above a whisper, a stark contrast to his usual voice - commanding attention. ❝ i’m not going to stay here, if that’s what you’re suggesting. just because i . . . ❞
his words falter.
❝ i no longer have my light . . . that does not mean i’m done fighting . . . not until humanity is safe. not until xivu arath is cut off from our system or killed. i’m not particular on which one. ❞
