Sierra joined Tristan. Stood over his shoulder and looked at the iamges. She asn't ure what to make of it all. This girl didn't remember the dream. How was that possible? Never yipped, but his sendings were still chaotic. He didn't know how to tell me what he wanted to say. Either that or the concepts were too unhuman to decifer. But he knew who she was and maybe she was a little dangerous.
Tristan pulled the shirt off to view the lingering marks. The ones obtained in a dream gone too far. The girl who flinched at the name Tristan used -- wasn't her name began to babble about things being her fault. "Those are not your fault, no matter how he got them in the dream. He went too deep. He's lucky something didn't try to kill him."
Sierra backed up and dropped her gaze and whispered, "I'm sorry. I won't lecture." He didn't want her help. But he wanted her near -- that she could do. This was his friend. His quest.
"But who is not a monster? Who are we here to save, Tristan? If it's not her."
Tristan pulled the shirt off to view the lingering marks. The ones obtained in a dream gone too far. The girl who flinched at the name Tristan used -- wasn't her name began to babble about things being her fault. "Those are not your fault, no matter how he got them in the dream. He went too deep. He's lucky something didn't try to kill him."
Sierra backed up and dropped her gaze and whispered, "I'm sorry. I won't lecture." He didn't want her help. But he wanted her near -- that she could do. This was his friend. His quest.
"But who is not a monster? Who are we here to save, Tristan? If it's not her."