▶ I’ve lived too long with pain. I won’t know who I am without it.
— Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game (via darkinherheart)
"Nice to meet you, Luna."
"Not to be rude sir, but why are you talking to me? No one ever talks to me."
"I’ve never had much to lose, so i suppose I am. if you have very little, and could gain very much, why not try your hand?" she says with a slight turning up of her lips, that in no way could be called a smile. Not with the amount of dreary sadness in it. "Some might even say that one has to lose everything before they can truly begin to gain."
"Heeh? Well now, I don’t know about that. Aren’t games of chance more dangerous once you have nothing left to wager? Of perhaps I’m thinking too literally here, with how many times I’ve seen people deal with those who can’t properly pay for their recklessness in rather… unpleasant manners. I suppose the outlook depends on the person, ne?”
"I suppose so. It also depends on the game." She replies somewhat cryptically. "I’ve not actually gambled before. I’ve never had any money of my own. I’ve never had need for it. But I gamble in the game of life almost daily. And in that game, if you have nothing, losing doesn’t matter so much. It’s just a final end to a game long in the running. Sometimes it’s almost comforting knowing that no matter what, one day you are going to lose." The dark haired girl’s childish innocence caused her to view everything as a game, and in her life she’d been gambling with borrowed cash for quite sometime.
Lucy blinked quickly at the appearance of the new appendages. It was not the weirdest thing she’d ever seen, but it was definitely not a normal occurrence in her list of weird but semi-normal occurrences. “Right, mad scientist daddy. Gotcha.” She waited a moment to process the the story, her face relatively impassive until she finished. She frowned and nodded slowly.
"Well, that was a mouthful. Sorry about all of that," she attempted sympathetically, but she was fairly certain it came out as an awkward statement. Shrugging off the awkward she continued walking, she had not even noticed stopping. "So, noble soul selling well, that is sweet - I’m sure his family appreciates." The woman opined while turning swiftly onto a main street. "We’ll be there soon. It’s about two blocks. Just tell me if things start looking…hellish."
She nods. “Alright. I can do that.” She replies, not really commenting on her reaction to her story. She hadn’t told it sympathy or to get and kind of emotion or praise. She’d told it merely so it would be told, and so she would not die with no one who knew what had really happened to her.
a small laugh escaped her lips. “I doubt that I’m really anything like a star, I’m not nearly interesting enough to be one, but I am fairly certain I am very far from my home. This place is quite strange to me, and it certainly wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been in a world other than my own, so I’d have to assume you’re correct. We don’t exactly have Zones where I am from, would you mind explaining this place a bit?” she was thankful for her unusually good luck. It was somewhat frightening to think that if this man had not passed by she would have received no help at all. Not that life in New York was much different. Everyone always had something to do and somewhere to be, no time to deal with anyone else’s problems.
He didn’t nodded nor made any move as he started to speak again. “Of course. Though first I think it would be best to find a proper place to talk.” Indeed, being in the middle of the crowd was not helping them. A silent nervous crowd full of Elsens, wheezing from time to time. 96869 offered his hand to the strange being. Being polite was the minimum he could do.
She nods silently, taking his hand and allowing him to lead her to wherever he deemed more appropriate.
▶ lunar-catastrophe started following you
"My baby brother gave me that name. I adore it." She says, a melancholy smile coming over her face. "I’ll be sure to enjoy it, and the three that follow. Books are very exciting to me. They are my favorite things."
The sad smile made him curious but he felt guilty for having put it there, even unintentionally. He didn’t pry, “I-it’s lovely.” He promised softly before nodding his head, “Th-they’re one of my favourite things too. Wh-when I don’t want to be me for a little while I can be someone else. Th-their lives are usually more exciting…or happy.”
"I’ve never had much of a life of my own. I’m more of an object than a true living being. So I find it nice to know what life is like for some. To read their emotions, to listen as they form relationships, as they express opinions and do all the things I’ve never done." The way she says the depressing statement is so matter of fact it’s almost shocking. It’s as if the woman doesn’t even believe herself to be a real person.