10-11-2015, 09:32 PM
Christa’s eyes flickered to the space in front of her. Then, they found their way tracing along the lines of everyone who had made it. The ground-breaking news that Omni himself would grant her to be a prime caused her heart to skip a beat. Her eyes hung on Abner as she already knew the response she would give Omni.
Christa looked down at her hands. They were small, tattered, and within the lines of her palms were the edges of dirt. Her hands she had fought with to get here. They always held a gun, it was now holstered. Her hands were empty, like the goal she had clung to was now washed from them. For Katia. Not for herself. Becoming a Prime would make all she had retaliated against, the injustice of secondaries and Primes unequal existences. It would make her a sell out. “It would all... Be a lie.”
Christa looked down at her hands. They were small, tattered, and within the lines of her palms were the edges of dirt. Her hands she had fought with to get here. They always held a gun, it was now holstered. Her hands were empty, like the goal she had clung to was now washed from them. For Katia. Not for herself. Becoming a Prime would make all she had retaliated against, the injustice of secondaries and Primes unequal existences. It would make her a sell out. “It would all... Be a lie.”
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