She overlooks the exact spot where Harry, Katia, Maurice, and forty others passed away. She stares at that spot, then screams into the void of the Unzen valley and of this dimension.
Darkness carries us forward, light makes space. We watch the world from the edge, waiting to be loved after death. In each breath, the resistance fights for sustenance.
I once expressed an interest in fanfiction about the television show Succession and she looked at me with infinite pity in her eyes and said “I think we’re just very different people.”