#oh man these are two heavily depressed and nihilistic teenagers huh

[dryeyed]

he tongues his teeth almost aggressively, desperately clawing for any words to say that could've possibly been the right thing in this conversation. and in turn would his lips purse in an unreadable expression, he shifts to lay on his back and stare up at the vast, pale blue sky. the wisps of white and the planes that flew high above. they were all so little, in the grand scheme of it all.

" it is. you're fucked for thinking like that. " a chuckle, something meant to be humorous but it's grating instead, so he lets it die. " i hope there's a system. maybe something to plea to, so that he could get you in that freak scenario. maybe you could become property of ua or something, and they'll have pity on the poor souls that have to live with yet another death, and then they'll give us the urn, and then we'll all finally fucking - get to graduate together. what an irrational scenario, huh? "

❝ YEAH. ❞ THE WORD IS SPOKEN softly, free of the usual spark of playful aggression. of course he hasn't thought about it — none of them have. they're all forced to grow up too fast, but persephone had one hell of a head start on that. ❝ i was wondering today who they'll send the ashes to if i die. since our parents aren't — there, and orion's not an adult yet. isn't that kind of fucked? ❞