𝓞𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓵
@zanarkandx
Broken Calm AU
It was truly a sad state of affairs—to see everyone so divided after struggling to pick up the pieces. And it was never more clear the moment she rounded that last bend; the number of people gathering here had grown considerably. The initial shock had worn off some time ago, and though they moved to-and-fro with almost no visible signs of the impending war on the outside, she knew better—knew that, inside, their spirits were broken. This was the part where she should be assuaging their fears or dousing the fanning flames of anger.
But she said nothing—did nothing.
It was too exhausting. Too disheartening. Watching the factions rip apart everything she and her friends set out to accomplish, all the sacrifices made along the way? Like every soul meandering here in the shadows, she refused to stand with one side or the other. What little energy she did possess would be spent offering comfort to those who wished to remain neutral. Those who washed their hands clean of the senselessness.
The appearance of the High Summoner hadn’t gone unnoticed, greeted with those wandering about their new lives, to which she reciprocated as best she could. Yet there was a purpose to her journey here—a place of her past that had remained tucked safely in the recesses of her mind—seeking out someone in particular. With Spira falling apart around her, the urge to speak with the woman in question had never been more imperative. Especially when the rest of her friends had never felt so far beyond her reach.
