TRUSTED.
north stared at hank, not saying anything, an unreadable expression on her face. honestly, hank was one of the few people that north actually respected. by what he looked like, he went through a lot of shit, but was still pretty fucking badass. too bad he seemed to dislike her. well, at least she thought he did. so to say she was surprised hearing him say that was an understatement.
“why though?” north finally managed to say something, looking at hank with a confused expression on her face and a frown.
BEMUSING THOUGHT AND REPRESSED BELIEFS , they’re stitched in his blood. and on rare occasion does he slip , speak them into existence , pass his tongue when the higher dosages of both the man’s ever spiraling GUILT and HOPELESSNESS drive him. such as now. with the city’s status and emotions wreathing from any of their control , WHEN SO MANY WERE NOW DEAD , they couldn’t get stupid now. couldn’t make stupidly dumb decisions. ❛ cause . . . you’ve come a hell of a long way. really long way. ❜ a FIGHTER he wants to say. had something he’d lost a long time ago. but, there ? ( where filter washes away, delves beneath their separate components, separate make ups, separate blood to reveal both souls LOST AND BEATEN beneath hardened surfaces . )
THAT’S WHERE THEY’RE THE SAME .
neck cranes to meet her , irises sweeping with something of pride, of understanding. something he’d held as a father. and he’s genuine in his tone. the lightest of smiles at his lip, A NOD. ❛ you did. and to go, do something pretty fuckin’ stupid and give it up now ? nah. ——— nah. i know about that. telling ya’ . . . now, when you’re around this SHIT HOLE fucking mess of a planet for 53 years, you can tell me something. ❜ softest chuckle follows , consummating his joke , and he faces forward once more.
CONT. , @bitterremembrance .