@celestialdesign
Seven thousand years was a long time. Far longer than most would see βΒ or even comprehend. The average human would never learn how centuries had a habit of blending together after a certain point. The Eternals were not normal humans. They had been created with a glorious purpose they now had to reckon with. After being the Celestial's instruments of death for many millennium, each had their own path to take if they were to come to turns with the truth.
Makkari, thankfully, moved fast. She always had. She had been born with the itch that couldn't be scratched, the drive to constantly be in motion. If she were to slow, it was deliberate. For Druig, she tried. He had never asked her to, but she still translated the blur of her thoughts into concise gestures for his sake. The centuries she had spent alone on the domo had defamiliarized her from socialization. With him, however, it remained easy.
I was looking for you, she signed. This reality? It's so close to ours. But the food? It's better, I think.
