@glasshcldhigh ( Wraith ) || Shiny!
“There’s… there’s nobody that can help me.”
They live up to their name well sometimes, these killjoys. Merit's weary face pulls, lightly, into a faintly amused smile. Not aiming to be condescending by any means, though undoubtedly shaped with the air of a parent whose child has lamented the end of the world over a skinned knee or a locked door. Nothing could be worse.
“There's not always a neat rescue,” some manner of agreement with the nature of all things to end, “but there's always someone who can help. Comes down to findin' them, and lettin' them.”











