Rinea scrubs at her eyes, feeling a little silly. Goodness, but she's been quite weepy these past few days! It's unbecoming, but at least it's cathartic instead of burnt-out and miserable.
To be honest, she's still a little scared. Not of Somnus, exactly, but of what his outburst (and Berkut's) represents: the violence of unheard resentments and misunderstandings. How quickly a relationship can erupt in uncertainty! How quickly can one lose their life! An easy lesson to take from it would be don't trust a soul. Guard your head, guard your heart, and save your own skin.
But Rinea won't choose that. She will choose instead to trust, to offer good faith. Some may find her foolish or stupid for it, and perhaps they're right. But after closing the door to human connection... what kind of a life is left to live?]
Thank you. I will hold this letter in my heart always.
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[There he is. This is the Somnus she knows.
Rinea scrubs at her eyes, feeling a little silly. Goodness, but she's been quite weepy these past few days! It's unbecoming, but at least it's cathartic instead of burnt-out and miserable.
To be honest, she's still a little scared. Not of Somnus, exactly, but of what his outburst (and Berkut's) represents: the violence of unheard resentments and misunderstandings. How quickly a relationship can erupt in uncertainty! How quickly can one lose their life! An easy lesson to take from it would be don't trust a soul. Guard your head, guard your heart, and save your own skin.
But Rinea won't choose that. She will choose instead to trust, to offer good faith. Some may find her foolish or stupid for it, and perhaps they're right. But after closing the door to human connection... what kind of a life is left to live?]
Thank you. I will hold this letter in my heart always.
I will see you again.
Rinea of Rigel