"Perhaps," she agrees soberly, looking out at the horizon and taking a deep breath. "And perhaps not. Some things never do." An easy thing to think, out here, where the memory of older battles is always fresh. Maybe Panem is embedded in her now as deeply as the memory of the Witch-King, or the scream of horses and stench of blood.
Maybe they will fade in time, too.
She shakes the thought off, sighing. "In any case, it is past. And when the King is satisfied that you will harry his shores no more, I do not doubt that I and this land will return to the past for you, as well." There's a certain pang to that thought, one which is uncomfortable to admit to herself. For all their differences, and for all that she's trying to deny it, Jack was a close friend for a time when she needed it (and more than a friend, though that she's more enthusiastic to forget about), and it's oddly reassuring to have him here. To have someone else here who knows where they were, and what they went through.
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Date: 2016-03-26 06:35 pm (UTC)Maybe they will fade in time, too.
She shakes the thought off, sighing. "In any case, it is past. And when the King is satisfied that you will harry his shores no more, I do not doubt that I and this land will return to the past for you, as well." There's a certain pang to that thought, one which is uncomfortable to admit to herself. For all their differences, and for all that she's trying to deny it, Jack was a close friend for a time when she needed it (and more than a friend, though that she's more enthusiastic to forget about), and it's oddly reassuring to have him here. To have someone else here who knows where they were, and what they went through.