Harry nods as his eyes flicker over the bandage, accessing it quietly. That makes sense. When he tries something new and potentially scary he likes to talk it out first, if he can.
“I like to be up high, where I can really feel the wind in my feathers. That’s how I talked to my city, Revachol. She was in the wind, all around me. She reached the lowest gutters and tallest towers. The Fog is familiar to me, what She is…it can be upsetting for other people. But She feels like an old friend, to me.”
Nostalgia creeps into his gravely voice. It always does when he talks about Revachol. He’s stopped bracing himself for the reaction this would have got him back home. You're crazy. You're lying. (You piece of shit.) There is nothing left of Elysium here, but him. No one here understands that what he’s describing- communing with the World Spirit- is far beyond the purview of working class losers. That it belongs to the Innocences, the people who lead the world, who change it.
Acceptance can feel very lonely.
“So, the tower’s roof access is handy. I first spoke to her on the roof of an apartment building, actually. I thought she must've got me and Kim's monsters mixed up. Because he got troll. And I’m the guy who actually smashes stuff while Kim was…light and smart, like a bird.”
His smile twitches. Pain.
INLAND EMPIRE - (And he wanted to fly. Ever since he was a boy.)
VOLITION - (True, but entirely irrelevant to the conversation taking place. Don’t embarrass the Lieutenant's memory.)
“Uh, I made her a shrine too. In the deep woods, out of a tree. Sometimes I sit in it, or under it. And we talk.”
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“I like to be up high, where I can really feel the wind in my feathers. That’s how I talked to my city, Revachol. She was in the wind, all around me. She reached the lowest gutters and tallest towers. The Fog is familiar to me, what She is…it can be upsetting for other people. But She feels like an old friend, to me.”
Nostalgia creeps into his gravely voice. It always does when he talks about Revachol. He’s stopped bracing himself for the reaction this would have got him back home. You're crazy. You're lying. (You piece of shit.) There is nothing left of Elysium here, but him. No one here understands that what he’s describing- communing with the World Spirit- is far beyond the purview of working class losers. That it belongs to the Innocences, the people who lead the world, who change it.
Acceptance can feel very lonely.
“So, the tower’s roof access is handy. I first spoke to her on the roof of an apartment building, actually. I thought she must've got me and Kim's monsters mixed up. Because he got troll. And I’m the guy who actually smashes stuff while Kim was…light and smart, like a bird.”
His smile twitches. Pain.
INLAND EMPIRE - (And he wanted to fly. Ever since he was a boy.)
VOLITION - (True, but entirely irrelevant to the conversation taking place. Don’t embarrass the Lieutenant's memory.)
“Uh, I made her a shrine too. In the deep woods, out of a tree. Sometimes I sit in it, or under it. And we talk.”