[ Funny thing is, Ephemera gets that. Because Felix makes sense to him in some brutal, fucked up way. It's more than the war, more than the shit they both survived. He's known soldiers his entire goddamn life and towards the end, barely any of them registered. Felix didn't at the time. Chorus was a blur, a kaleidoscope world where nothing existed but his mission. It's only in the aftermath that he's been able to piece things back together. Step back and see the bigger picture.
He takes the cigarette. Lets Felix light it and then breathes it in. Lets the nicotine burn down, down, down into his lungs. Lets it settle there, settle him
Something has to, eventually. ]
I know I am.
[ It's said simply. Just a fact, inevitable as gravity. Maybe one day he won't be, but Ephemera knows pieces of himself. He knows what they spell. ]
But there are days I don't want to die. You know how fucking strange that is?
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He takes the cigarette. Lets Felix light it and then breathes it in. Lets the nicotine burn down, down, down into his lungs. Lets it settle there, settle him
Something has to, eventually. ]
I know I am.
[ It's said simply. Just a fact, inevitable as gravity. Maybe one day he won't be, but Ephemera knows pieces of himself. He knows what they spell. ]
But there are days I don't want to die. You know how fucking strange that is?