can't believe the state you're in; it's so far away

[ continued from here ]


It was something that Thalia was going to avoid if she could help it. She wasn't going to compare this Effy to the last one or her life to theirs. She simply knew that having tried it once willingly and once on accident that she could pass without remorse. It was better this way.

"Yes." Her face was calm and cool, her voice giving away nothing as to the strangeness of it. She might as well own up to the whole mess now and get it over with. "Chris Miles."


Years ago, she would have laughed. All of fifteen, sixteen, she would have laughed, a child who did so carefully, deliberately, everything a play and everything in her own interest. She would have utilized this knowledge as its own weapon, newly capable of holding a weight over Christ Miles, even if the chance that she'd have to use it in any meaningful way was slim. (He was... clueless, perhaps, at times. Never did look after himself. But kind. Invariably, he was kind.)

Now, she only looked upon with that touch of understanding, and a slight grating under her skin, no more and no less.

"He's my brother's friend," she said, mostly because she couldn't help but remark on one thing:

That was pretty fucked up.