Why can't I hold it in my hands. This feeling. I've tried time and again to wrench it from my chest. To pull it out of the mist that makes me.
I imagine Oris may have attempted similar. I imagine if there had been other embodiments we all would have.
.... Why must we live unable to be satisfied. It sits within me and yet I fear its leaving. I fear the day you leave me. The day you no longer need me to shelter you. The day you can walk your core out of my life.
Your mind may be that of war, of strategy and pros and cons, but my heart is of steel and chain to keep you bound. My heart is of the fear that will never be quelled.
Will you douse a fire that will not let you go?
Will you kill me in my refusal to free you when the time comes?
Will the fear I have been chased by my whole existance catch me when you're done?
Will I crawl back to my brother?
Will we embrace or will he as well turn my broken body away in disgust?
Will either of us ever even know a moment of peace from our burning thoughts?
I'm tired... But sleep never desires me, for it fears the visions I endure of nothing.
Ever alone, she who the fairies call queen with no subjects.