[ Kainé wasn't invited here. She was never a part of most of these people's lives, and none in any substantial degree. Once, that would have been enough for Kainé to not get involved, remain aloof and alone, out in the cold. It would be so easy to just find some broken down shack on the edge of town, to freeze her heart and bear the scorn and revulsion of Trench's citizens as she wasted away in silence. It's so easy to pretend that Anna's betrayal, her foolish storm of vengeance, destroyed the last gasp of her willingness to connect.
But she'd been a part of that cursed voyage, not a passenger but inextricably involved all the same. And somehow the thought of all these people, abandoned and betrayed by that man... it's something worth protecting. No, this new home where, against all expectations, she had found comrades, tenderness, and love, isn't something she's prepared to give up on quite yet, or rather, the thought of losing it entirely hurts more than the balm of isolation could soothe.
She sleeps in a tent outside. She comes in the first morning, eyes sweeping the dingy warehouse from the door frame, and steps in as though she owns the place. ]
Where the fuck's the kitchen? And where do I bathe?
The wall was too high, as you can see (Open)
But she'd been a part of that cursed voyage, not a passenger but inextricably involved all the same. And somehow the thought of all these people, abandoned and betrayed by that man... it's something worth protecting. No, this new home where, against all expectations, she had found comrades, tenderness, and love, isn't something she's prepared to give up on quite yet, or rather, the thought of losing it entirely hurts more than the balm of isolation could soothe.
She sleeps in a tent outside. She comes in the first morning, eyes sweeping the dingy warehouse from the door frame, and steps in as though she owns the place. ]
Where the fuck's the kitchen? And where do I bathe?