[ When he feels her touch he stops in his tracks, feeling like she were somehow gripping his heart instead. It takes him a moment to bring himself to look at her because the feelings that flash through him root him to the spot. ]
Yes. It's a galaxy far from here. A planet that doesn't exist anymore.
[ The admission is more difficult than he imagines it to be. For someone so straightforward and certain of his convictions and his plans, why was this so difficult? He has to keep it together.
Ink black eyes that he knows are not really his stare back at her, a maelstrom of comets falling into eternity conveying the grief and anger at the remembrance of a life that had been ripped from him again.
Cassian forces himself to look at her. Annabeth. Sister. Stranger. The dull ache of hurt follows in the wake of that thought, not unlike a piece of his heart being ripped out. But this pain he feels is inconsequential because they can't live like this any longer. He steels himself from the dull ache and pushes forward in spite of the fact that this would destroy his peace, a peace that he had never had the luxury of knowing. And while he's come to terms with it himself he can't help but wonder, is this a kindness for Annabeth? Or is it a cruelty? ]
None of us are from Abraxas, Annabeth. You were right earlier. You didn’t have children with Percy here — because none of this is real.
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Yes. It's a galaxy far from here. A planet that doesn't exist anymore.
[ The admission is more difficult than he imagines it to be. For someone so straightforward and certain of his convictions and his plans, why was this so difficult? He has to keep it together.
Ink black eyes that he knows are not really his stare back at her, a maelstrom of comets falling into eternity conveying the grief and anger at the remembrance of a life that had been ripped from him again.
Cassian forces himself to look at her. Annabeth. Sister. Stranger. The dull ache of hurt follows in the wake of that thought, not unlike a piece of his heart being ripped out. But this pain he feels is inconsequential because they can't live like this any longer. He steels himself from the dull ache and pushes forward in spite of the fact that this would destroy his peace, a peace that he had never had the luxury of knowing. And while he's come to terms with it himself he can't help but wonder, is this a kindness for Annabeth? Or is it a cruelty? ]
None of us are from Abraxas, Annabeth. You were right earlier. You didn’t have children with Percy here — because none of this is real.