July 10, Year 109
@Prompto Argentum
Before showing up to Valhalla, Riza had heard stories about it from those who had gone and returned. There'd been some curiosity behind the idea that now, death was no longer a factor in the workings of the world, creating a lasting consequence of actions or time. This could mean deep and expansive things for the people of Pandora, and Riza appreciated the gravity of that situation. It was a little too sanguine for her, the idea that this was a permanent thing. Some still died or vanished, not to return the next day. The world was fickle.
Now that she was here, she was a little too caught up in the moment to appreciate the sense of joy and freedom so many others seemed to feel. She hadn't wanted to die, not like this, and had done her best to end the threat to her life so that he would be ended for everyone else too. But life wasn't always fair, and sometimes no matter how hard you fought, you lost the battle and the war. Higgs had come back, just like a bad penny turning up, destroying the sanctity of her home, her sense of peace, and then killed her and Hayate in an explosion that she really hoped hadn't damaged the nearby homes or injured others.
She'd failed. No one else should have to pay for that, even though they would.
Looking down at Hayate, who seemed to be mostly unaware of what had happened, she bit her lower lip and crouched to hug the dog gently. He seemed fine, at least- for being dead. There weren't any apparent wounds. Was she the same way? That's what the stories said. Yet the fact remained. She was dead, and done. Every effort she'd made, her memories, her life, it was finished, the last page written and the book closed. Whether she'd be remembered or not, that didn't matter to her- though of course she hoped she'd made a positive impact on the world as a whole, and in the lives of those she cared about.
All she could do now was keep moving, and see what was going to happen to her. Standing again, she gave Hayate a wry smile. He had no idea at all, did he? It wasn't as though she could make him worry. "That's a good boy. Come on." He gave a little bark, and she turned to make her way into the gathered celebration. The idea of keeping an eye out for familiar faces never occurred to her; hopefully they were alive and well, or her foes had gone straight to Hell. But she couldn't help keeping a wary look around, just in case.
@Prompto Argentum
Before showing up to Valhalla, Riza had heard stories about it from those who had gone and returned. There'd been some curiosity behind the idea that now, death was no longer a factor in the workings of the world, creating a lasting consequence of actions or time. This could mean deep and expansive things for the people of Pandora, and Riza appreciated the gravity of that situation. It was a little too sanguine for her, the idea that this was a permanent thing. Some still died or vanished, not to return the next day. The world was fickle.
Now that she was here, she was a little too caught up in the moment to appreciate the sense of joy and freedom so many others seemed to feel. She hadn't wanted to die, not like this, and had done her best to end the threat to her life so that he would be ended for everyone else too. But life wasn't always fair, and sometimes no matter how hard you fought, you lost the battle and the war. Higgs had come back, just like a bad penny turning up, destroying the sanctity of her home, her sense of peace, and then killed her and Hayate in an explosion that she really hoped hadn't damaged the nearby homes or injured others.
She'd failed. No one else should have to pay for that, even though they would.
Looking down at Hayate, who seemed to be mostly unaware of what had happened, she bit her lower lip and crouched to hug the dog gently. He seemed fine, at least- for being dead. There weren't any apparent wounds. Was she the same way? That's what the stories said. Yet the fact remained. She was dead, and done. Every effort she'd made, her memories, her life, it was finished, the last page written and the book closed. Whether she'd be remembered or not, that didn't matter to her- though of course she hoped she'd made a positive impact on the world as a whole, and in the lives of those she cared about.
All she could do now was keep moving, and see what was going to happen to her. Standing again, she gave Hayate a wry smile. He had no idea at all, did he? It wasn't as though she could make him worry. "That's a good boy. Come on." He gave a little bark, and she turned to make her way into the gathered celebration. The idea of keeping an eye out for familiar faces never occurred to her; hopefully they were alive and well, or her foes had gone straight to Hell. But she couldn't help keeping a wary look around, just in case.
