[ She looks up at him in shock when he grabs her, uncomprehending of why he feels so strongly about what she plans to do. Confusion encroaches on her distress, but she still doesn't attempt to pull away when he takes out his shard, and a flood of memories bulls its way into her head all at once.
Images of herself, with this face, but older -- talking to so many strangers in a strange place. She can barely recognize her own mannerisms, how nervous and withdrawn in these memories... and yet she feels a thread of caring that overlays Eustace's point of view. Who she was yesterday, who she will become -- it seems there's no denying the gulf that lies between them, how total the death of her old self will be.
The future may not be totally bleak with people like Eustace to watch out for her... but she grieves all the same.
Her mother, with her kind smile. Her father, who can't stop spoiling her. The clear air and caring villagers, the chickens she liked to chase around and pet. She moans with grief as the truth of their parting overwhelms her, tears running freely down her rounded cheeks.
The darkness rushes in, swallowing Gray and Eustace in the blink of an eye--
-- and when they unblink their eyes, they'll find themselves back in Venera.
The feathers that coat Gray begin to fall away, floating lazily on the breeze like a wisping, turning cloud. She doesn't move just yet. She only sniffles as the tears continue to run, her younger self bleeding into her current self. ]
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Images of herself, with this face, but older -- talking to so many strangers in a strange place. She can barely recognize her own mannerisms, how nervous and withdrawn in these memories... and yet she feels a thread of caring that overlays Eustace's point of view. Who she was yesterday, who she will become -- it seems there's no denying the gulf that lies between them, how total the death of her old self will be.
The future may not be totally bleak with people like Eustace to watch out for her... but she grieves all the same.
Her mother, with her kind smile. Her father, who can't stop spoiling her. The clear air and caring villagers, the chickens she liked to chase around and pet. She moans with grief as the truth of their parting overwhelms her, tears running freely down her rounded cheeks.
The darkness rushes in, swallowing Gray and Eustace in the blink of an eye--
-- and when they unblink their eyes, they'll find themselves back in Venera.
The feathers that coat Gray begin to fall away, floating lazily on the breeze like a wisping, turning cloud. She doesn't move just yet. She only sniffles as the tears continue to run, her younger self bleeding into her current self. ]