#will.

Hey Spark.

Unfortunately, it has been... a rough few days. Species dysphoria has been kicking our ass, several important things keep going wrong, and our spotty-at-best memory has been giving us major trouble.

But... at the end of the day, we're still here. Still kicking, and still fighting. That counts for something, right?

...regardless, hope you're doing well. :heart:

Will paid it no mind. There was something beneath the surface – a reasoning for his tethering to her, but it was never something that he was willing to dissect. It was what it was, without question, without justification. Nobody ever felt obligated to pry, and therefore, he never felt indebted to explain himself. If he neglected her in the face of her own traumas, what kind of man would that make him?

The silence spoke louder than anything she could have managed to say. His gaze would briefly shift from the road to her, and the revelation of all she stood to be would dawn upon him. He sees nothing beyond the memory of a girl who once stood. Trauma bled deep. It sank its teeth in and ripped humanity out of anyone it deemed fit. Harper was no exception. She wore the scars for proof. It broke something deep within him, because he knows – ultimately, she may not be saved.

“i don’t think it was ever truly severed”