[Ginia isn't seeing the ripples as she watches Waver's feet. Or maybe she's seeing them and ignoring them as is so easy to ignore so much. The borderline will hold because she wants it to hold and it will hold.
Ginia too will hold. The tectonic plates of her being shift and roll endlessly, creating new valleys and mountains, shearing pieces into islands that may sink or grow. The plate of her past is crashing the most, rising up in a reminder of her actions, shearing off the plates of the present.
'You're an operative. An assassin. You would have murdered an innocent family for what?'
She too will hold. She smiles as he's not quite moving on the borderline itself but above as the pressure lessens. Right, gods can hover and fly.]
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Ginia too will hold. The tectonic plates of her being shift and roll endlessly, creating new valleys and mountains, shearing pieces into islands that may sink or grow. The plate of her past is crashing the most, rising up in a reminder of her actions, shearing off the plates of the present.
'You're an operative. An assassin. You would have murdered an innocent family for what?'
She too will hold. She smiles as he's not quite moving on the borderline itself but above as the pressure lessens. Right, gods can hover and fly.]