Somewhere Among the Rocky Bits, Saturday Morning

[on_her_korhal]

Kerrigan could have let the little Protoss wait forever; it would've been hilarious, if nothing else. But... she also supposed he could become a problem in the long run, especially if he was planning to get in her way in the future.

So early on into the Saturday morning, she clambered up into the Rocky Bits, following her senses. There was an outcropping there, somewhere, with something that at least rudimentarily resembled a cave.

Yes, a cave. The Protoss were so horribly predictable.

[[ for me, myself and I! details of the conversation/fight = NFB, okay FB that Kerrigan met an old 'friend' in the rocky bits. thread contains minor spoilers for StarCraft 2: Wings of Liberty ]]

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[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Silence fell like an uneasy truce.

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."

[the-tortured.livejournal.com]

Zeratul watched it -- her -- the creature as she slunk further out of the darkness. Watched her body twist and turn, felt the psionics bend the last inch of her being to obscure it. The new wing drew closer, then vanished, and red, Terran hair curved up and filled the space of the creature's twisting spines.

"The prophecy..." he said, something twisting in his own innards. Doubt. Desperation. ...Sympathy? How strange. "...is uncertain."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Kerrigan reached up and yanked her hair back into a ponytail. This meeting had sent her mind roiling quite enough. She would not stay here and listen to the Protoss yammer on, no matter how much one part of her--

No matter. She paced between the rocks. Away.

[the-tortured.livejournal.com]

"...There is always... hope."

And now, he watched the Queen of Blades vanish among the throng.

He did not follow. He would find some way out of this strange prison on his own.