(no subject)

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy and Hannibal spent a fair amount of time working on Sunshine yesterday, and she is currently resting in one of the beds.

She could probably do with some gentle company.

Comments

Re: Sunshine awake

[vojvode]

'Yes,' he breathes, studying her eyes.

'No. I don't know. I know his purpose is lost to him. I know -- '

His expression crumples, his eyes closed, his jaw set.

'I only know that I must do this.'

Re: Sunshine awake

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine moves her hand, gently resting her warm palm against his cheek, her fingertips brushing against the line of his jaw. "You must?"

"... I doubt you'd suffer anyone but yourself to decide what you must or must not do," she says, gentle, but ever-so-slightly dry. "You 'must' do this only because you decide so. There is nothing forcing this... turmoil in you but you."

He has the will to do what he wants. Whatever he sets his mind to. Saying he 'must' removes all sense of agency on his part; he becomes a passive participant in some situation beyond his control.

And if not in his, then whose?

Re: Sunshine awake

[vojvode]

'I cannot explain it, Rae.'

His eyes close, and his brow knits. It's as if the weight he bears is physical, grinding him down.

'He does not -- has never known love.' His voice trails off at that, but his eyes open, beseeching her. 'Can you imagine? Living a life without even the memory of it? Without understanding it at all?'