[OPEN] These feelings won't be erased, even as they collide
[Yazoo isn't fond of the rain. Like most other things in the natural world, it's carries a dirtiness to it that he doesn't like. It reminds him of the rain brought down that burned their bodies and tore though them, another testament to how the planet hated them so for what they were.
But this time, it was just a rain of water, and he stands outside in it, letting the droplets wet his hair slick down his face and leather encased body. A monster slain lays nearby, and he watches, near fascinated, as the water trickles in with the blood splattered, lightening and carrying off the color.
He isn't at peace, a Remnant never could be, but for now, he had reached contentness.]
But this time, it was just a rain of water, and he stands outside in it, letting the droplets wet his hair slick down his face and leather encased body. A monster slain lays nearby, and he watches, near fascinated, as the water trickles in with the blood splattered, lightening and carrying off the color.
He isn't at peace, a Remnant never could be, but for now, he had reached contentness.]