Shand nods slowly to himself as Luna speaks, letting her words sink in and slowly forming his thoughts around them.
"Maybe it is. Maybe... I️ don't know, everything in life is always formed around happy endings, you know? And this is pretty damn close, but. They all got endings, at least. And for everything it is, this isn't that."
Did he really bring Luna back from the dead, kill a goddess in his mind, and create a new world for them to inhabit just to sit on the rooftop and whine about his immortality?
He feels like he's had to have lived long enough at this point to accept that facet of himself for what it is. And yet still, the more the years drag on and add up, the more he finds himself wondering what an ending would feel like. The more he finds himself covetous of everyone who's gone on before them. His father, Trita. Dakara, Enna, everyone he's ever loved. He hurts, sure, but maybe he's more jealous than anything.
Typical Shand. Even in his most sincere moments, still selfish.
That realization stings a little in his chest, and he swallows, looks down at his lap and away from the miracles all around him.
"When...when you were dead, what was it like? Did...you feel anything? Was there, like, peace?"
"Maybe it is. Maybe... I️ don't know, everything in life is always formed around happy endings, you know? And this is pretty damn close, but. They all got endings, at least. And for everything it is, this isn't that."
Did he really bring Luna back from the dead, kill a goddess in his mind, and create a new world for them to inhabit just to sit on the rooftop and whine about his immortality?
He feels like he's had to have lived long enough at this point to accept that facet of himself for what it is. And yet still, the more the years drag on and add up, the more he finds himself wondering what an ending would feel like. The more he finds himself covetous of everyone who's gone on before them. His father, Trita. Dakara, Enna, everyone he's ever loved. He hurts, sure, but maybe he's more jealous than anything.
Typical Shand. Even in his most sincere moments, still selfish.
That realization stings a little in his chest, and he swallows, looks down at his lap and away from the miracles all around him.
"When...when you were dead, what was it like? Did...you feel anything? Was there, like, peace?"