I am my purpose, nothing more, nothing less. –unknown
There wasn’t anything left for Comet, it seemed. She was cast out, banished, never to return again to the place of her creation, the land where her sister even now likely stood in a daze.
Star trembled as she pictured her beloved sister, lost and so very far away and likely trembling with uncertainty.
“It was needed.” Her purpose spoke softly and gently, though the cruelty in the truth of her words was unintentional, it could not be avoided.
Star didn’t move, not even to blink.
The truth was cruel only if you could not accept it.
“She will have a chance now.”
Star still said nothing.
What was done was done.
And now all she had, all she’d ever had it seemed, was her duty.
Solaris said nothing more. Words were meaningless to one who had said them in her initial arguments anyway. Star had spoken for her sister and known what would be the price to pay in order for this to happen, but knowing and experiencing are two very different things. Of this fact Solaris was certain; Star would likely never be able to fully live ever again, so long as she was separate from her sister Comet.
It’s just that…
Solaris did not glance at her old friend, but she did lean towards her and rest a shoulder against the smaller woman’s shoulder.
Star often had trouble dealing with the aftermath of her decisions when they ended up affecting those she cared about in ways that weren’t easily shifted. It was likely that none of them would ever see Comet ever again and that was about as permanent as you could get for their kind. Even death wasn’t as permanent for their kind as being alive and completely out of reach.
“I will adjust, Your Majesty.”
Solaris sighed in resignation, “There is no need for formality, my friend.”
Star said nothing for a long moment before a light shiver ran down her spine. Solaris only noticed it because of how she was still leaning up against the smaller woman.
“Solaris,” the blonde whispered, “Right now, it is all I have.”
‘But you don’t, you still have the rest of us.’ Solaris didn’t speak those words, didn’t even broadcast them mentally. It was still too soon.
She wondered how long it would continue to be too soon.
Breathing In 