[SPOILER]
'Lizzie,' a man said to me once, 'Lizzie, as long as we have hope, we have a chance.'
He had been proven so incredibly wrong that when I heard Dayrin Steeldrift telling her motley crew that, if they persevered and kept in high, hopeful spirits, God would keep them safe I couldn't simply sit and listen.
'Hope has no bloody effect on fate,' I said from my place to one side, interrupting the lieutenant mid-sentence.
Her brown eyes moved slowly from her audience to me. Calm, they showed no hint of disapproval or complaint. Merely steady appraisal.
'Miss Wraithwood?'
I wasn't sure entirely what sort of question my name was meant to represent, so I took it to signify I could go on as I liked.
'It just sets you up for a big disappointment. We're in fucking dire straights and sitting around hoping for a happy resolution will only make it worse. Forget your pretty little dreams and work. Work's the only thing that'll help us.'
She frowned ever so slightly but nodded nevertheless.
'Aye. Work. Work's important. But I've never heard of a man who can put in a proper effort without some hope. We work in hope of survival. Not in certainty of death.'
I am seldom speechless, and that moment was no deviation from the norm. I just felt disinclined to speak. Moved back into the darkness. Made my way mindlessly to my tent. Sat in my intolerable chair. Thought of work in the certainty of death. Thought of things best left well alone.
Fuck Dayrin.
'Lizzie,' a man said to me once, 'Lizzie, as long as we have hope, we have a chance.'
He had been proven so incredibly wrong that when I heard Dayrin Steeldrift telling her motley crew that, if they persevered and kept in high, hopeful spirits, God would keep them safe I couldn't simply sit and listen.
'Hope has no bloody effect on fate,' I said from my place to one side, interrupting the lieutenant mid-sentence.
Her brown eyes moved slowly from her audience to me. Calm, they showed no hint of disapproval or complaint. Merely steady appraisal.
'Miss Wraithwood?'
I wasn't sure entirely what sort of question my name was meant to represent, so I took it to signify I could go on as I liked.
'It just sets you up for a big disappointment. We're in fucking dire straights and sitting around hoping for a happy resolution will only make it worse. Forget your pretty little dreams and work. Work's the only thing that'll help us.'
She frowned ever so slightly but nodded nevertheless.
'Aye. Work. Work's important. But I've never heard of a man who can put in a proper effort without some hope. We work in hope of survival. Not in certainty of death.'
I am seldom speechless, and that moment was no deviation from the norm. I just felt disinclined to speak. Moved back into the darkness. Made my way mindlessly to my tent. Sat in my intolerable chair. Thought of work in the certainty of death. Thought of things best left well alone.
Fuck Dayrin.
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