Snippets and Stories: (BP) Falter Halter

Lockes understood, and accepted, the burden the moment they severed themselves from the Verdance. Had steeled themselves for great loss that was to come after, that even should they survive the skirmish, would bear in the forevermore of their remaining days.

But it still doesn't hurt any less for it.

No matter what or how, there could be no redemption. There was a certain finality to severance, much like death itself. And for many, that is exactly what it is. The death of the soul, and its eternalized torment.

Never will they be taken back to walk in the light of the Prismatic Arc. Nature is what it is. And they knew that too.

Lockes chose to be broken. And something once broken, could never be fixed.

Not really.

And just the same, would they never be whole again.

Standing before the decimated remains of their Circle, they just wish it hadn't been for naught.

They see through the eyes of others now. Not the mere optical feedback, but that of the Prismatic Arc. Of the flourishing Life that once too, existed within them.

But it's not the same. And a hollow reminder of what had once been.

Vye too had offered his 3rd eye, but the Bluepine politely declined. 

It made them uncomfortable, to see through eyes whose gaze held the Reaper so fondly.

Full of affections that weren't theirs to feel.