Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon
The last place Karla wanted to be was at work (or, you know, on the island at all), but unlike people kept insinuating, she knew her duty and she did it. And she'd be damned if she was going to skulk about and hide in her room, regardless. So here she was, chin up and head high, inventorying the stock since it was doubtful they'd be getting any
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Not because it was Francine. But because nobody seemed to.
"Because I had a responsibility to my people," she said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "Because being a good Queen to them in their last days was the most important thing I could do. It's--quite literally--the reason I was born." Queens--they healed the land and the hearts of their people, they were the Blood's center and their moral compass. Being born into that caste meant accepting those responsibilities and upholding them, no matter the cost.
"If I'd thought that me being here would somehow lead to us finding a solution--or even that my absence would lead to us not finding one--of course I would have stayed. But I'm just one person on an island filled with smarter people, better fighters, and skilled tacticians. It didn't seem like much of a gamble--either people would fix it and I'd be back, or they wouldn't and it would be that much more important that I was with them as they vanished into the ever-night. I'm not sorry for my choice."
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Shut up, Francine.
For once, holy crap, she actually listened to her inner voice when it said something intelligent and didn't sound like her mom. She shut up until she knew what she was going to say.
"Is it okay if I'm glad you're still here?"
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Obviously.
"But I'm kind of glad I'm here, too, at the same time. I really hadn't wanted to go, I just...needed to. Once I get over being pissy about why I'm still here, I'll probably be even more glad about it."
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