The Living Should Live

*Resin* · 11-13-2021, 10:08 PM

Inspecting him more closely, Resin noted just how much of a mess the boy was. He was thin, his fur unkempt, his eyes somewhat sunken and dull. He hadn't been caring for himself, but why? Before she'd begun to lose her mind, she remembered the striped child being withdrawn and sullen. The loss of his mother and sister had struck him deeply and it seemed that he was never able to really cope with that loss. She didn't know that her own death had added to that well of sadness within him, but it wouldn't have changed her message.

Emile voiced his concerns about the crystals and the sickness that had taken hold of so many. He felt helpless against it and, truthfully, he was. They all were. Even she was infected. The dead were held to the same standards as the living as far as this curse went. The molten gold continued its ceaseless course down her cheek. "There are some things in life that you will never have any power over, Emile. One of those things is death; loss." She could feel the sadness, the tension, the anxiety pouring off of the boy. "Every day, every moment that you stay alone, you're one step closer to death. You're wasting the time that could and should be spent with those that you love."

Reaching out as though to embrace the boy, the apparitions thick foreleg went straight through his emaciated form. A look of sadness washed over her features before she sat her paw back down. "Savor your time here. Make every moment count. Every day of life is one step closer to the end. Don't reach your end filled with regrets, Emile." Perhaps she was saying too much, but Resin didn't know how much time she had here. "There is strength within you. You just have to find it. I believe in you, boy." She assured him, the corners of her maw lifting in a sparse, but rare smile.

"Resin"

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