gonna do a little meet the characters segment for the next few days. let's start with our main girl then shall we

myra: It’s something that she must have lost along the way. Between the end of the world and building a safe space for those who need it, she forgot to keep her walls up. Ironically enough, she’s found so much good in the world since it ended.

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“You’re a good man, Hayes.” His grin widens, eyes lighting up like a boy first seeing their presents under the Christmas tree. “Always aiming to be better, Myra.”

Knox: “It’s not a request. Until you can act at least sixty percent less delirious, I’m not taking anything you say seriously. Now, you can be a good girl and drink the water, or I can hold you down and force it in your throat. I’ll give you a moment to mull it over.”

The shores are littered with trash and scraps nobody found useful. It washes up, then gets pulled back out to sea. There’s something calming in that, she thinks. The normalcy of something she cherished before she became a leader and figured out there’s not much time to love.

“He said it was urgent, and he asked for you specifically.” Myra rolls her eyes, leaning her head back against the wall. Of course he did. He always does. Midday screaming protests, midnight whispered arguments. It didn’t matter to Knox at all.

“I’d rather die trying than live knowing I chose not to. That’s your cross to bear, Knox, not mine.” The words roll off her tongue before she even realizes what she’s saying. “I would have died for you, too.”