The rain had come and gone, so swift and fleeting like always, to wash away sins and cleanse tortured, weary souls. It was 89% effective, River estimated, coupled with debilitating mental illnesses and personal limitations. Wash away the old, sweep in the new... It was a common practice, and yet to cleanse oneself never really left it all open for change... Change was dark and unknowing. To become something new was frightening and wrong in some places. The corners of her mind darkened against the change, and she remained as she had been before the flood.
With two orderlies at her side, River moved from the line, ignoring them, acting as though they weren't even there while she took a seat at a fairly empty table. In truth nothing was really there. It never had been. Just phantoms dancing against a grey, stormy backdrop. The girl-weapon sat, perfectly still, staring vacantly at her food as though willing it to be ingested and processed simply by its own, nonexistent will.
Everything came and went in turn. Out with the old, in with the new, replaced by the always. Brown eyes fixated blankly on what was set before her, seeing nothing.
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The rain had come and gone, so swift and fleeting like always, to wash away sins and cleanse tortured, weary souls. It was 89% effective, River estimated, coupled with debilitating mental illnesses and personal limitations. Wash away the old, sweep in the new... It was a common practice, and yet to cleanse oneself never really left it all open for change... Change was dark and unknowing. To become something new was frightening and wrong in some places. The corners of her mind darkened against the change, and she remained as she had been before the flood.
With two orderlies at her side, River moved from the line, ignoring them, acting as though they weren't even there while she took a seat at a fairly empty table. In truth nothing was really there. It never had been. Just phantoms dancing against a grey, stormy backdrop. The girl-weapon sat, perfectly still, staring vacantly at her food as though willing it to be ingested and processed simply by its own, nonexistent will.
Everything came and went in turn. Out with the old, in with the new, replaced by the always. Brown eyes fixated blankly on what was set before her, seeing nothing.