glitch [★] raining somewhere else

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IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT YOU MIGHT HAVE DONE IT [align=right]BUT YOU CAN'T KNOW WHY    —    tags 

Once before, the boy has seen this other young member of their group. There are not so many his age, from what he could tell. Just adults doing adult things. He couldn't do that much just yet. He was too preoccupied in his own mind, thoughts spilling out into his father's listening ears, memories flowing through his tongue, distant pains reminding him of why this is all how it is in the first place, but still...still not exactly explaining how he ended up here, and now. Assumptions - hopeful ones - could be made, but in the end they are assumptions. He doesn't know for certain, and it's unlikely he ever will. The matters of the soul are ones far too complicated for any living individual to understand.

Well, for most of them, anyway.

After all, that basic understanding is what had brought the idea of his brother and him into light. Weapons. Clones. Just enough soul to bring them power, bring them life. But still, too much. For they were conscious. They were more than their intended purpose. And there went the pain again. It was too much for him, at least, to try and comprehend. So he doesn't try to.

For all that it's worth, he has a family. Perhaps not by blood, but it was still, undoubtedly, a family. A brother, created from the same fragmented soul, gone. And a father, found in his state of violence and aggression, opening light to who he wanted to be - giving him a chance to truly become it, slowly. That very opportunity is why he is out in the town. It's why he is not trapped in the marsh, in the Pitt, dead, or cooped up within the cabin he now calls home. And it's why he may, once again, see the female that once sat beside his flaming body, viewing the stars. No names, no words. Just a soft, silent connection through the sky above. And here she is now, upon a rooftop, seeming...off.

Her body seems to shift from visibility, and she does not seem to keen to be in the state she is in. His head is held low as he moves towards the structure, glowing orange eyes peering up towards her cautiously. "Excuse me," he would call up to her, voice gentle, but still loud enough she may hear. "Are you alright? D-Do you need any help?"