Your grace is wasted in your face.
Your boldness stands alone among the wreck...
// Walking with @_FindThatStar // {SV RP 18+} #TWDRP AU #BPRP#IntoTheFire
-- die. Please... Give me /something/. Something to show that there's still life in you. Give me that, and I'll call the doctors right now. You have my word.
@ChangedTheWater
-- clear box holding her prisoner and stilled, feet apart, hands clasped behind his back.}
The difference is she was open minded enough to know a friend when she saw one... {quietly} Paula. I know you don't trust me. It's mutual. But I hope you can believe I don't want you to --
-- That she'd found friends.
That @SpunkyWasteland wasn't alone.}
She was strong, like you. Fearless. She could see straight through somone's BS, and wasn't afraid to call them on it. Usually at top volume.
{Gaze locked on @ChangedTheWater, he moved towards the --
-- dog who hadn't eaten in weeks. Her name was Althea.
{A small smile crossing his face as he pictured @SpunkyWasteland in her element, the pixie of a woman thundering away at a man three times her size, he shook his head, hoping like hell she was still out there. --
-- had hardened @ChangedTheWater to granite, maybe he could still reach her.
He had to try.}
A journalist. She was interviewing a militia leader on the day we crossed paths. Completely devoted to getting the story. Like a dog with a bone. {snorting} A --
-- for composure. For some measure of grace in front of @ChangedTheWater, a woman for whom mourning would undoubtedly be chalked up to weakness.
#Eric wouldn't want him to give up on #Paula. She was, after all, alive. Even if @FcknFriendly had blinded her, if the world --
-- Relief missions, you know? Bringing food and medicine to people that would consider themselves lucky to see one solitary aspirin tablet. And...
{Falling silent, the sudden rush of memories of #Eric taking his breath away, he clenched his jaw and looked away, fighting --
You know what? You remind me of someone.
{Eyes locked on @ChangedTheWater, he dropped to a seat, wondering how long it would be before either #Paula passed out from blood loss or told him what he could go do with himself.}
Before all this, I worked with humanitarian aid. --
-- alert for and damned hopeful that he might see some sign @ChangedTheWater was listening to him.}
I'm not naive enough to think that if I offer trust, you'd take it. But I do know that pain is a powerful motivator. You've been shot, Paula. If you don't want to die in that --
-- and locked up, literally scarred for life in the building you called home. /Or/ you're unbelievably broken. Cracked so far that you actually think what Negan and his people do is /good/.
{Holding @ChangedTheWater's gaze for a beat, he leaned back against his chair, --
-- Humiliated and degraded them, all under your nose. Which makes /you/ one of two people... Either you're woefully ignorant.
{Fingers tented, he bowed his head, looking up @ChangedTheWater.} Blissful in not knowing a damn thing about women being stripped --
-- To tell you the truth, I don't know what to think.
{Pulling a molded plastic chair from the wall to the Box, he dropped to a seat, the clatter of a full med bottle in his pocket seeming to echo through the silence.}
Your people. They've hurt my family. Burned them. --
They tell me you're not worth saving.
{His gentle voice sounding large in the cavernous space, he stepped from the shadows and into @ChangedTheWater's line of sight, quietly studying the injured woman.}
That you're too far gone. Lost... --