You won't. We'll get ahead of it this time, we'll be prepared. Think of all that we learned from experiencing it, and how we can change our path because of it. You won't be Serenity. You might not even be the same god, with the same dominion. Everything we do changes what happens next.
It's too much. It's - there are too many variables. It's completely irrational - there's no rationalizing it. Eight hundred years is a theoretical framework of time in a world that never existed, but then they say it's been three weeks instead and what is that supposed to mean? How can we know any of this is real? What if we're still dreaming?
[ and there she goes, spiraling off into her existential dread with all the angst of a teenage girl whose reality has been manipulated once before. ]
River. Breathe in and out. Ground yourself in the here and now. Pinch yourself, if you must. There is no rationalizing what happened to us there, but there is rational in the life we are experiencing now. Not knowing what might happen in the future has always been true of all of us with finite existences, the path could go anywhere. It doesn't mean any of that will happen.
Because we have to go on. If we can't accept the world as it presents itself to us, and the path we must follow from here, it would be easy to be paralyzed in place. But we have to live with the pain and the confusion. There is no other way.
[ his words strike a nerve, and perhaps he can feel it through their connection as a storm of emotions swirl within her. she struggled to accept the reality of the world around her long before arriving in abraxas. there is no other way.
there's a long window of silence from her before she finally settles on all that she can offer. ]
[ whatever else can be said for the dream, istredd has always been there for her. she doesn't know what to call him anymore, doesn't know if there's a way to describe the nature of their relationship, but this will always hold true. the words will never seem good enough but she says them anyway. ]
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We can't go home? Will we be here forever?
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[ and there she goes, spiraling off into her existential dread with all the angst of a teenage girl whose reality has been manipulated once before. ]
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there's a long window of silence from her before she finally settles on all that she can offer. ]
I'll do my best.
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I'm sorry, River. I wish I had a better way to help right now.
head for a wrap? c:
[ whatever else can be said for the dream, istredd has always been there for her. she doesn't know what to call him anymore, doesn't know if there's a way to describe the nature of their relationship, but this will always hold true. the words will never seem good enough but she says them anyway. ]
Thank you, Istredd.
And wrap!