RAVA RAXUS ASKED: “ you are alone , child. there is only darkness for you , and only death for your people. ”
she spoke like a fucking jedi. elevated, like someone who stood above the rest. the same way zaeda had been taught to hold herself. it was all part of the job. their face was exposed, twisted scars visible over her features, overwhelming the face beneath them. “profound.” their voice was strained, despite the effort she put into sounding nonchalant, easy. “you know so much about me” even a prophecy wouldn’t mean much to her anymore. what was a prophecy when the future could be changed so easily? she was dead, now she’s not. maybe someone would kill her again, and she’d come back again. maybe that was what life really was. a vicious fucking cycle of pain and wrong prophecies. “tell me more. make sure you say it pretty, just like that.”
@malastres​
