Melody No. 12 ~ Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

[thelittlecanary]

(Edited because derp.)

[The house that stands at 5720 Cunningham Lane sustained extensive damage when the hazmats broke in the night before. Though the house still stands, it is clear from the hacked-down door that something has gone wrong. Within, furniture is toppled over and in various states of violent disrepair. Couches and tables are

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[motheringnation]

[Mother hugs cross threads./Hugs ]

[thelittlecanary]

[Mother hugs are pretty powerful things. Garnet is very slow to respond, though.] ...I'm sorry, Ukraine.

[motheringnation]

[Just pats her back]

Shhh....was nothing you could have done.

[thelittlecanary]

I thought that maybe I could draw them away, the way Jecht did. [What she says is muffled because she has buried her face against Ukraine.]

[motheringnation]

[Is fine with this, understands.]

You did your best. Did more then that.

There was nothing we could do.

[And she tries not to remember their screams that night.]

[thelittlecanary]

[Tightens her grip around the soft-spoken woman who has become so like a mother to her in the past few months and finally allows herself to cry.] I h-hate it here, Ukraine. I hate what they do to us. I d-don't understand how they can abuse their power this way.

[motheringnation]

[Holds her. She's used to people comforting people and she's quite good at it. She'll just speak quietly.]

Is hard thing to learn. But power....many people with power tend to misuse it. Have seen it...countless times over.