[ She would argue in earnest that there's a stark difference. Anyone with eyes could tell! That is to say, she's still a distance away from reconciling that not everyone interprets people in the way she does. Down to their purest essence. Their light waves, their best selves.
A sister? What zigzags across her face is half-heartbreak, half-delight. And envy, for a lightning bolt's strike? Proof that there's a shadow even upon a sparkling expanse of white. He might never get his hand back at the rate she's holding it for dear life. ]
A gift. [ She bites her lips. He's not the last. She should, by all accounts, be overjoyed to hear that he'll have a familial companion soon. Blood of his blood.
...yet.
She is the last. Her mother only bore one child. ] You should cherish her. Your father left a piece of his starseed behind.
[ Bitterest of sweets. Did his father love his mother? Once more, she wonders what it's like to know a father, to see your parents in love. ]
What were they like together? [ Poor training, indeed. No royal advisors ever coached her that a question cannot answer another question. In Serenity's eyes, however, this provides the only route that's logical to take.
Show me yourself. That will bind the knot. Turn 'round to me, I want to see the face of the boy in the desert. ] Your parents.
look, okay, i realize that 'starseed' sounds sketch as hell in this context but it's a canon term :|
A sister? What zigzags across her face is half-heartbreak, half-delight. And envy, for a lightning bolt's strike? Proof that there's a shadow even upon a sparkling expanse of white. He might never get his hand back at the rate she's holding it for dear life. ]
A gift. [ She bites her lips. He's not the last. She should, by all accounts, be overjoyed to hear that he'll have a familial companion soon. Blood of his blood.
...yet.
She is the last. Her mother only bore one child. ] You should cherish her. Your father left a piece of his starseed behind.
[ Bitterest of sweets. Did his father love his mother? Once more, she wonders what it's like to know a father, to see your parents in love. ]
What were they like together? [ Poor training, indeed. No royal advisors ever coached her that a question cannot answer another question. In Serenity's eyes, however, this provides the only route that's logical to take.
Show me yourself. That will bind the knot. Turn 'round to me, I want to see the face of the boy in the desert. ] Your parents.