what if...

Cutlass can practically hear his sister thinking, watching with a curious tilt to his head as she formulates a response. he’s always found the way her mind works to be…fascinating is too clinical, as though she were a specimen, but he’s not entirely sure what the correct term is. regardless, he’d be happy to bounce ideas off his sister all day long. what if it were not a sad ending? Pythia’s question has him humming in thought, tail beating a soft rhythm along the ground. “i think…i think it couldn’t have worked out that way,” he began, voice gentle. he’s been thinking over it himself, attempting to view the story from different angles in order to solve the conundrum at its centre; every venture has stumped him. “i think, maybe, that if they’d made different choices, the nature of the characters would be different. it…wouldn’t be them.” he frowns, unsure of the coherency of his words, and casts a probing glance at Pythia. is she following along? is he making sense?

“it’s all well and good to say, ‘well why couldn’t they just choice each other,’” he continues, voice gaining a rhythm as he picks up speed, “but then would it be those exact characters falling in love? or would they be different people?” he’s excitable now, getting up to pace as his thoughts come quicker. “and even if they had both chosen each other, who’s to say that wouldn’t have led to further devastation? maybe their kingdoms would’ve collapsed without them. maybe they wouldn’t have stayed together anyway, and would have parted just as heartbroken.” he comes to a halt, flashing his sister a sheepish smile. “ahem. anyway. what do you think?”

wc: 1329/1500

"Cutlass Fallen"