No Go

Toxicity wasn't sure where she fit into the grand scheme of things here. She didn't feel like a kid, but she knew she wasn't an adult. She didn't feel close to anyone and that kind of bothered her, but she didn't feel compelled to talk to anyone either. Tox wasn't sure what she really wanted. She spent time in her studies of religion and that was about it. It felt meaningless and endless and Toxicity was sure there was something... more to all of this, but she wasn't sure what. Obi had said it was something she needed to find on her own. She had looked and searched deeper, but found nothing. She decided there was one place she could always turn to when her mind was muddled: her mother's arms. Her mother had been busy as always and they hand't really spoken since the night of the nightmares, but somehow, Tox knew her mother wouldn't turn her away. But she didn't want to seem needy either. Toxicity worked to track her mother, but then simply waited for her mother to notice her and knowledge her rather than calling out to her like she so badly wanted to do. She busied herself by looking into the endless expanse of grey ad the pieces drifted quietly down to the surface below.