Post by Pyrefly on Feb 28, 2010 18:35:04 GMT -5
The whole event was a blur; despite that, she could recall the ordeal.
She could remember coming face to face with a tank, a machine gun ready and aimed at her. There was a pause. It seemed to last forever, but in that moment she knew she was staring at Bryce. Well his Mobile Armor, Hildolfr, at any rate - and there was very little she could do at the time to let him know that that the GM S in front of him was hers. To be so close and yet rendered helpless due to circumstance broke her heart. “Damn it...” She repeated to herself before freezing completely as she watched the tank get violently rammed by the Big Sioux. A sharp gasp escaped her as she watched the tank spin in the air and roll out of view…
The slender, dark skinned girl shook her head, running a hand through her hair to brush it over her shoulder. “Stop bothering with that now, Aria.” She said while taking a deep breath as she attempted to focus on what was going on now. She had grown to hate re-thinking that ordeal. It always ended the same, horrible way. She shook her head and glanced downwards to his watch. Her final memento, as she saw it. “Why can’t you think of anything else…?” She murmured to herself, walking carefully about the flight deck of the Lleu Llaw Gyffes. “With everyone so busy all you care to think about is something so depressing...” She caught herself, quickly falling silent before others around her began to think her dafter than they possibly all ready did.
As she meandered about the ship, she soon found herself standing in front of her GM S, glancing to it and sighing before ascending to the cockpit. “I know it’s in here…” She hummed softly, finding the blue journal and then quickly moving to sit down. She was left with quite the personal dilemma, as now she found herself torn on what to do. She began turning the pages of the journal, coming upon and reading two letters, one from Jae and the other, Sahra. All correspondence with her family, no matter how it was worded or who it was addressed to all yielded the same results. “…I hadn’t heard from Bryce in 3 weeks or more.” Jae had replied, while Sahra took it a step further as she added to the end of her very matter-of-factly letter: “He’s probably dead. He was fighting in the same war you are, Death being the ultimate victor.” It was much more than she could bear, or so she thought, and twice so far she idly entertained the idea of allowing the faint feeling of emptiness that had been about her to consume her….
Something about that disgusted her though, the very idea of giving up when Bryce hadn’t...
She glanced to his watch once more and took a deep breath; it was decided. The harsh reality was a much better road to travel than walking into the isolating emptiness that had tempted her recently. She was still alive and had much left to do until this war was declared over; that or she left this world in the same manner she was left to assume Bryce had.
She could remember coming face to face with a tank, a machine gun ready and aimed at her. There was a pause. It seemed to last forever, but in that moment she knew she was staring at Bryce. Well his Mobile Armor, Hildolfr, at any rate - and there was very little she could do at the time to let him know that that the GM S in front of him was hers. To be so close and yet rendered helpless due to circumstance broke her heart. “Damn it...” She repeated to herself before freezing completely as she watched the tank get violently rammed by the Big Sioux. A sharp gasp escaped her as she watched the tank spin in the air and roll out of view…
The slender, dark skinned girl shook her head, running a hand through her hair to brush it over her shoulder. “Stop bothering with that now, Aria.” She said while taking a deep breath as she attempted to focus on what was going on now. She had grown to hate re-thinking that ordeal. It always ended the same, horrible way. She shook her head and glanced downwards to his watch. Her final memento, as she saw it. “Why can’t you think of anything else…?” She murmured to herself, walking carefully about the flight deck of the Lleu Llaw Gyffes. “With everyone so busy all you care to think about is something so depressing...” She caught herself, quickly falling silent before others around her began to think her dafter than they possibly all ready did.
As she meandered about the ship, she soon found herself standing in front of her GM S, glancing to it and sighing before ascending to the cockpit. “I know it’s in here…” She hummed softly, finding the blue journal and then quickly moving to sit down. She was left with quite the personal dilemma, as now she found herself torn on what to do. She began turning the pages of the journal, coming upon and reading two letters, one from Jae and the other, Sahra. All correspondence with her family, no matter how it was worded or who it was addressed to all yielded the same results. “…I hadn’t heard from Bryce in 3 weeks or more.” Jae had replied, while Sahra took it a step further as she added to the end of her very matter-of-factly letter: “He’s probably dead. He was fighting in the same war you are, Death being the ultimate victor.” It was much more than she could bear, or so she thought, and twice so far she idly entertained the idea of allowing the faint feeling of emptiness that had been about her to consume her….
Something about that disgusted her though, the very idea of giving up when Bryce hadn’t...
She glanced to his watch once more and took a deep breath; it was decided. The harsh reality was a much better road to travel than walking into the isolating emptiness that had tempted her recently. She was still alive and had much left to do until this war was declared over; that or she left this world in the same manner she was left to assume Bryce had.