I've Blown Up EVERYTHING In Here!

[MurderWeasel]

As the guitar crackled in the fire, Zandah sat still and stared at the burning instrument. The smile remained on his face, but the feeling blew away in the chill drafts. That's it, then, he thought. The moment was over. Reality had returned. And the reality was, they were almost certainly going to die.

Perhaps, in the end, that was the difference between Zandah and the rest of them—or Evan at least. The song offered a thesis: meaning might be found through revenge. Zandah thought the only meaning there was in the world was what people could bring themselves, but he somehow thought payback wouldn't do it for him.

He had some doubts they'd be able to manage much of it anyways.

So he drifted into silence, watching the fire until it stopped looking like anything, and tried to not think too much. At least it wasn't as cold as it could have been.

((Zandah Udall continued in This Place is Not a Place of Honor))

[Namira]

Glenda's mouth twitched.

Burning the guitar. Interesting thought. How much was a symbol?

Maybe they needed those. Maybe they needed something else a little more.

The heat felt good.

She wondered if she imagined just how much it felt she smouldered, within her chest.

((continued elsewhere))