[It's all he can do to not to blurt out they have? Not by choice. That much is obvious. If it was by choice, why the hell would anyone else be here?
Nero's breath might as well have been punched out of his gut. The scene shifts, something much more intimate. Less... fake. And then Wanda drops a bomb on all of them, as if it's the same thing as singing a lullaby to the kids:
Family is forever.
It stings. It's brutal. Maybe just like those kids, he wants to believe that, too. Sounds nice. Maybe it's the kind of thing all kids hear from their mom.
Just like him, she can't go back.
The reality fucking sucks, huh?]
Even so. Like you said. Family's forever.
[It still feels empty when there's nothing on the other end of such a promise. In the end, you're still alone, aren't you? Even if you can believe they're still around. Waiting. Like maybe they'll come back --
Nero's eyes open, tears trickling down around the curve of his cheek. With a start he pushes himself up, legs splayed out, brushing back the sheep that's starting licking at his hair. He wipes at his eyes with a jerking motion, his head pounding.]
Shit.
[Fuck it. He lays back down, staring up at the seemingly giant lips of the sheep he's named Bella in his head. The only time he's felt so completely drained was waking up after his arm, like every modicum of energy's been sucked out of him.
He manages to lift his head, at least, even though Bella butts his shoulder.] Still alive over there?
[It's the kind of headache that makes he wish he wasn't. Ugh.]
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Nero's breath might as well have been punched out of his gut. The scene shifts, something much more intimate. Less... fake. And then Wanda drops a bomb on all of them, as if it's the same thing as singing a lullaby to the kids:
Family is forever.
It stings. It's brutal. Maybe just like those kids, he wants to believe that, too. Sounds nice. Maybe it's the kind of thing all kids hear from their mom.
Just like him, she can't go back.
The reality fucking sucks, huh?]
Even so. Like you said. Family's forever.
[It still feels empty when there's nothing on the other end of such a promise. In the end, you're still alone, aren't you? Even if you can believe they're still around. Waiting. Like maybe they'll come back --
Nero's eyes open, tears trickling down around the curve of his cheek. With a start he pushes himself up, legs splayed out, brushing back the sheep that's starting licking at his hair. He wipes at his eyes with a jerking motion, his head pounding.]
Shit.
[Fuck it. He lays back down, staring up at the seemingly giant lips of the sheep he's named Bella in his head. The only time he's felt so completely drained was waking up after his arm, like every modicum of energy's been sucked out of him.
He manages to lift his head, at least, even though Bella butts his shoulder.] Still alive over there?
[It's the kind of headache that makes he wish he wasn't. Ugh.]