He doesn't even know where Harley is. He just - hasn't thought about it. Well, he has, but he didn't get anywhere.
He doubts Harley is happy, though, wherever he ended up.
And he can guess why.
He gets up. Tima is here too; Chelsa won't have to sleep lonely. He hates that he still cares. But he does. She's going to be wrecked, and it tears him up inside, and he won't let it stop him.
He gets dressed; he goes out to grab a vehicle. He's left on his little trips at weirder times, with no more warning.
He doesn't know where to find a volcano, so he just... goes. Off in a random direction until he's over enough water that he can't see the land. And he lights a match, and holds it in his hand, and calls on his Gift to multiply the fire, and lets it wrap him up - nothing he hasn't done before, so far. Kers is still keeping him safe. Anneia could heal him no problem. He's hardly even toasted.
Kers can only keep you safe if you let her, if you want her to.
Corona stops wanting her to. The fire roars. He keeps feeding it as long as he can, hotter and hotter until he's burning in the middle of a falling blob of molten plastic and metal. He loses consciousness on the way down.
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Date: 2013-07-05 06:33 pm (UTC)He doesn't even know where Harley is. He just - hasn't thought about it. Well, he has, but he didn't get anywhere.
He doubts Harley is happy, though, wherever he ended up.
And he can guess why.
He gets up. Tima is here too; Chelsa won't have to sleep lonely. He hates that he still cares. But he does. She's going to be wrecked, and it tears him up inside, and he won't let it stop him.
He gets dressed; he goes out to grab a vehicle. He's left on his little trips at weirder times, with no more warning.
He doesn't know where to find a volcano, so he just... goes. Off in a random direction until he's over enough water that he can't see the land. And he lights a match, and holds it in his hand, and calls on his Gift to multiply the fire, and lets it wrap him up - nothing he hasn't done before, so far. Kers is still keeping him safe. Anneia could heal him no problem. He's hardly even toasted.
Kers can only keep you safe if you let her, if you want her to.
Corona stops wanting her to. The fire roars. He keeps feeding it as long as he can, hotter and hotter until he's burning in the middle of a falling blob of molten plastic and metal. He loses consciousness on the way down.