[Nona's final question wasn't something Waltaquin herself could have answered, so perhaps it is a blessing that she's the one who was asked. All week she's been fed the memories of these people, the experiences and longing that made her want to itch out of her own skin like a fire bursting through wood.
At least this way it is just another curse thrust into a soul full of them.
So it burns her, Alecto's love that is hatred that is a star that burned out of existence millions years ago and is still a pin of light in the sky (because she knows light years now, somehow, inexplicably, an idea she does not have the science for). Everything is in pain, and everything is screaming.
The scream in the memory is not as soul-wrenching as if it had been turned on her in the waking world. Or is it? Or is she screaming out loud, has her horror made it outside of her? Before, she was looking at Nona, but the thing she sees now is - meat.
And this is not even the worst of it. This is only opening the cover of a book that cannot be shut.
As if from hot coals, Waltaquin rips her hands away and struggles for the bat she left leaning against her leg, stumbling with uncharacteristic panic. She is too, too close.]
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At least this way it is just another curse thrust into a soul full of them.
So it burns her, Alecto's love that is hatred that is a star that burned out of existence millions years ago and is still a pin of light in the sky (because she knows light years now, somehow, inexplicably, an idea she does not have the science for). Everything is in pain, and everything is screaming.
The scream in the memory is not as soul-wrenching as if it had been turned on her in the waking world. Or is it? Or is she screaming out loud, has her horror made it outside of her? Before, she was looking at Nona, but the thing she sees now is - meat.
And this is not even the worst of it. This is only opening the cover of a book that cannot be shut.
As if from hot coals, Waltaquin rips her hands away and struggles for the bat she left leaning against her leg, stumbling with uncharacteristic panic. She is too, too close.]