[It's a kind sentiment. If this is what they wished from the world, perhaps it would come to transpire. The Drifter inclines their head in a slow, deep nod: polite and earnest.]
a final vision: water the shining sun
[And the edges of their dark eyes crease in something...something like joy. Something like contentment. Something like relief.]
[If there are any people like the Guardian in the world, perhaps that means they will live well.]
no subject
[It's a kind sentiment. If this is what they wished from the world, perhaps it would come to transpire. The Drifter inclines their head in a slow, deep nod: polite and earnest.]
a final vision:
water
the shining sun
[And the edges of their dark eyes crease in something...something like joy. Something like contentment. Something like relief.]
[If there are any people like the Guardian in the world, perhaps that means they will live well.]