[ qifrey does not grasp the enormity of the inner turmoil bb is facing. how could he? some parts of her still escape him conceptually. he was not trained to speak to gods and monsters and other definitions thereof. he is, however, trained on the nature of the world. and of life itself. he has been through the crucible of self-identity, having to carve it out for himself.
his truth, long lost to magic and agony.
and he does not care. for what truths should matter but the ones we hold onto? her truth, it shines. he could pluck it from the night sky without a thought. so qifrey rubs her hand comfortingly. lets her weep for all truths, self-evident or not. he’ll be here, like he said. ]
no subject
his truth, long lost to magic and agony.
and he does not care. for what truths should matter but the ones we hold onto? her truth, it shines. he could pluck it from the night sky without a thought. so qifrey rubs her hand comfortingly. lets her weep for all truths, self-evident or not. he’ll be here, like he said. ]