joining [...] a silhouette

[lessa]

✯ — Slipping. The marten was teetering.  Her flickering eye struggled against the sudden pull of gravity.  The refuge of sleep.  Pathetic.  Stupid.  This is your own fault. Even though her prosthetic limbs twitched, it was all for naught; they could not hope to pull her back up.  She had pushed too far.  What else was there to do? Without Calum and her medkit in reach, Lessa knew it was not reasonable to attempt standing.

Torn ears flicked.  Unfamiliar voices.  Familiar phrases.  What had she really expected?  Alex, Prague, Stevie, Shine.  Had there really been any hope for her success?  Maybe she should have stayed.  Trade blooming, swaying flowers for the rush of a river.  For the shadows of massive trees.  For them.

I'm fine... I can take care of it... Even in her head, it sounded of lies. Lies, lies, lies.  Everybody lies. It wouldn't escape her parched maw even if she tried.  Maybe she was done trying.  The lie had been one she'd said over and over again.  To herself and others.  You have to be fine.  They depend on you. Nobody depended on her here.  Nobody knew her here either, did they? No lost friends would recognize her name... Why did she hope that in the first place?

What's in a name? The marten felt her brow crease once more.  Les.  Kid.  Solo. "... Les... Lessa." She tried to focus on the flowers again, her world growing darker.  Even her stubborn will cracked.  She just needed a second of rest that's all.  Just a second. There were worse places to lose consciousness.

It'll be fine. Not like it mattered either way.

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