She met Zeratul's eyes across the distance. She had come here for a reason. Not to battle this great coming, she realised now, but to steel herself, to chase the ghosts of her oblivious past until she made something useful out of it, or left it.
Perhaps even nostalgia. How... Terran. Like the implacability, the oblivion she had felt when the news of Harriet Jones's death had sunk into that ancient part of her.
"Fate," she said, at last. "Cannot be changed. The end... comes." Her eyes flickered away from his, drawn anew to the stump of her wing. It itched. "And when it finds me..." Something roiled within bone and sinew, something fresh: the new wing pulled free within seconds, still twitching like a newborn butterfly.
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Date: 2010-10-02 09:19 am (UTC)She met Zeratul's eyes across the distance. She had come here for a reason. Not to battle this great coming, she realised now, but to steel herself, to chase the ghosts of her oblivious past until she made something useful out of it, or left it.
Perhaps even nostalgia. How... Terran. Like the implacability, the oblivion she had felt when the news of Harriet Jones's death had sunk into that ancient part of her.
"Fate," she said, at last. "Cannot be changed. The end... comes." Her eyes flickered away from his, drawn anew to the stump of her wing. It itched. "And when it finds me..." Something roiled within bone and sinew, something fresh: the new wing pulled free within seconds, still twitching like a newborn butterfly.
"I will embrace it."