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[savethedarkness]

[settling in isn't the right word for what M has been doing. more like coping. everything is still as bizarre for her as it was when she arrived.... maybe even more so. realizing that everyone she'd spoken to thus far was at least telling what they felt to be the honest truth didn't exactly make her feel better. on the contrary, it made her feel worse. either there was something she was missing, a clue to some drug or process they had all undergone, or she really was in another dimension with something irretrievably lost, and no way home. she didn't want to think on which was worse.

she had spent much of her first few days resting, writing in the journal rather than speaking, as her body knitted itself back together and her fatigue waned. Carson had already checked in on her, regularly, and slowly the clinic was becoming familiar to her. finally, she felt fine enough to try looking around on her own, even if she wasn't sure if she was technically cleared to do so.

so, this fine evening, residents will find her anywhere on the second or first floors, making a tentative exploration of her own. she'll end up in the kitchen though, in robe and slippers, staring in perplexion into a dark blue mug]

I don't understand. It's not as though this was meant to be difficult.

[she glances over to see her journal merrily transcribing away].... And I know I left this damn thing back at the clinic. What in God's name...

Comments

[heal_theworld]

It sounds very beautiful. Well, anyone's home is beautiful, I suppose. I think Aselia is beautiful... [No matter what happens.]

[savethedarkness]

Eye of the beholder. [she snorts softly in amusement] You've certainly got it right. When I was in Hong Kong - which is far from Britain - I saw places I couldn't believe people called home. And still they were willing to fight and die for them.

[heal_theworld]

[She nods, smiling softly.] I know that feeling well.

[savethedarkness]

War might be hell, but... do the devils born there know they suffer? It's all in what you know, isn't it....

[heal_theworld]

I doubt some people do. It's been a way of life for so long... a thousand years, they say. Nobody's alive that remembers the beginning of it, anymore.