sprent: (i'm too tired now)
Gela Baynrac ([personal profile] sprent) wrote 2025-02-11 03:52 am (UTC)

Gela's eyes are still shut.

But the moment passes. Her fist, at her side, is unclenched. She opens her eyes again but not to look at the ground any more, to watch Cosima as she speaks — and Cosima is looking back at her steadily, which helps with the cold stone that is sitting in the pit of her stomach. The camaraderie, the understanding. She breathes in and says, "I didn't know."

In much the same way that Cosima didn't know about her; they both walk around carrying something huge, telling very few people. "I'm sorry that happened to you too."

As for the others, anybody else who walks around carrying something the weight of which Gela knows all too well, "I'm not sure. We didn't talk much before we couldn't. But they were probably other Nevarrans, same as me. And I may recognise one of them if we passed each other in the street."

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