synthetic heart

A long drag was followed by a long exhale of ash into the air. There was obviously something on the synth’s mind and it was about to find its way to the open. With a sharp exhale she turned to the other. 

“G5, you ever… Wish you could just… Live without fear or without trying to hide? Without the fear of a courser tracking you?”

                               “I find the concept hard to grasp.. I just wonder what that must be like..”

“It’s certainly a though I have, from time to time.”

 There were many weights that would lift if the Coursers, or even the Insitute itself, disappeared forever. Not having to suspect everyone and everything would be a start, an end to the perpetual state of fear that many of them lived in, herself included. What would their lives be then, without a boogeyman breathing down their necks ever step they take?

Mairwen raised her eyebrow at the woman’s hopeful words and she gives her an assessing look in return. She wasn’t even sure of what to say to the her. She sounded naive. She sounded like Tisha. She hummed, frowning.

❝You can’t carve Heaven out of shit.❞

“Perhaps not...”

G5 trails off,  eyes flickering to the world around her: dusty and desolate. There was little here even partly comparable to paradise, that she knew, but that didn’t stop the inkling of hope that perhaps one day it could be more. 

“No..”

“I just… Feel more at peace here.. Likely because I’m among… Well.. I guess we’re friends?”

“I… I don’t know, okay? I wish I did. I know people tried to stop it… I know I did. But… it’s not enough.” 

There are tears in her eyes as she buries her face into her trembling hands. She’d given up so much, gone through so much, to escape the grip of the Institute. And for what? A world just as cruel and unforgiving?

“You could help by getting me my clothes back, to start… I’m not sure where they are,” he said, looking around the room. He had his undershorts on, sure, but he couldn’t roam the Commonwealth in that alone.

“Oh sure, hold on...” G5 turns and begins poking around the room, finding the garments haphazardly stuffed on a chair. She plucks them up, folding them gently in the few steps it takes to cross the room, before placing them gently on the edge of the bed.

Attcus sat up. The guilt of the days spent crying, lost and alone in the rubble of Sanctuary Hills ate at him. He could have been looking for Shaun, but instead he had sat around feeling sorry for himself. He regretted it.

“I wish I could. But I’ve wasted too much time already.”

G5 doesn't move to stop him, knowing full well neither her strength nor words would be enough to keep him here with something so great at stake. In a linger motion she smooths the bed’s blankets once more before stepping back and giving him space.

He grumbled. Whatever it is? How did she not know? He knew she had been hanging around Diamond City. Oh, how Atticus wished everyone had read Piper’s article – he was getting sick of answering the same questions repeatedly.

“My son. Not it. Him. I need to find him. I keep wasting time.”

“Listen –” he said, a cough pushed down to the back of his throat, “I really appreciate the help but I have to get going. I really don’t have time to waste.”

MANHANDLING SYMBOLS ; accepting

SYMBOL MEME ; accepting

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