[ if i had a nickel for every time a beautiful and dangerous woman said i wore my heart on my sleeve.png. well she didn't say it but its in the meta so it still counts
anyway!! cycles, alex said, echoing somewhere in the back of his mind. his grip tightens on his sword, and he makes another noise, angry, frustrated. failing. grief. ]
I tried to bring her home with me, and we failed at that. Reunited, and I've failed again. [ some of the heat in his voice finally comes to a simmer, and the question he asks this time is plaintive - voice cracking on the last word. frustration, grief. failure, failure, failure. ] What sort of a person am I, if I can't protect the people I swear to? That the death of those I care for is reduced down to an achievement.
No better or worse than the rest of us. A person stuck in this horrible airport, having to live with a farce of a setup.
[ she does not hold the same grief and anger that strohl does. she does not have as many of the connections or attachments, but they've all been through this before. does it mute any emotions or make it easier? no.
but even if protection is near impossible... ]
Death cannot be stopped, but you can still bring the people you care about back.
[ that is possible here, at the least. and the distaste for the situation in roxana's voice does help, in its own way, too - like matching fuel on a fire, like solidarity. they're all angry, one way or another.
he finally raises a hand, and scrubs it across his face. tries to force himself to take a deep breath. ]
I want to burn this whole damn place to the ground.
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anyway!! cycles, alex said, echoing somewhere in the back of his mind. his grip tightens on his sword, and he makes another noise, angry, frustrated. failing. grief. ]
I tried to bring her home with me, and we failed at that. Reunited, and I've failed again. [ some of the heat in his voice finally comes to a simmer, and the question he asks this time is plaintive - voice cracking on the last word. frustration, grief. failure, failure, failure. ] What sort of a person am I, if I can't protect the people I swear to? That the death of those I care for is reduced down to an achievement.
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[ she does not hold the same grief and anger that strohl does. she does not have as many of the connections or attachments, but they've all been through this before. does it mute any emotions or make it easier? no.
but even if protection is near impossible... ]
Death cannot be stopped, but you can still bring the people you care about back.
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he finally raises a hand, and scrubs it across his face. tries to force himself to take a deep breath. ]
I want to burn this whole damn place to the ground.
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[ who would go against burning this airport down? not roxana. ]
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Auditors and all. I’d be glad to show the bastards an achievement.