Aftermath

Walk | Talk | Think

He still clung to his ideals and seemed ready to keep doing so no matter what. In that she supposed he was like Yang too. Her brother had been as stubborn as she was but in the opposite manner, as unfailingly optimistic as she was pessimistic. Everything was bright and beautiful and lovely in his world, including her, while she could only see the dark, the bad, the things that should not have seen daylight. How funny was it that she felt strangely calmed by the familiar resistance to her push, to his refusal to give up on his thoughts when she was so convinced of the opposite?

But she could see that she was beginning to wear on him at least a little, audible within his voice and within those golden eyes of his when he stared at her, begging for a chance to prove her wrong. Why did he think this would help? Why did he think she needed others around in order for her to be happy? She had tried that, and the absence they had left behind was not one that she wanted to repeat. "I'm not afraid of being alone," she countered, still stubbornly resisting the changes he was trying to make seem so significant to her. Why could be not be like her brother and just leave it be?

What did she need to do to convince him that she was, in her own way, giving him the chance he desired? What could she do to prove it? "I am giving you a chance," she stated lowly, "I followed you, didn't I?" She certainly would not have bothered had she not intended to let him have his chance, even if she still thought him likely to fail. The white wolf sighed, contemplated for a moment, and moved. Yin rose to her paws and stepped closer to Klypso before lying down and curling up tightly on the ground, her back touching his side. The last two wolves she had trusted like this had vanished on her, only one returning but pretending that his absence meant nothing; here was Klypso's chance to prove himself to be different.