momquest: a quest for moms

[farfromgrace]

[ It's another day in Tokyo-D, and the relentless cycle of content generation for the masses goes on; how long have you been filming this drama, exactly? And it's not that it's a bad show, per se, but the fact that it's really dedicated to showing the gritty realities of combat and using practical effects for it is... kind of a lot.

Also it can't decide if it wants to be a show about frenemies or about enemies-to-lovers-to-enemies. Cowards.

And besides, it's not home, is it?

It occurs to you on break at the really honestly lackluster buffet table set up for the actors and any surviving extras that... there's really not that much security on this show, all things considered, unless there's something you're not seeing... ]

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[worthathousand]

There is always something.

[ The sound of commotion makes her strain against the glowing bonds again. If she could just... fucking... find a gap in that song; get the chance to actually use her strength— ]

Try giving your faith to a spirit actually worthy of it. Do better than this version of "better"!

[farfromgrace]

[ there's no gap in the song. it echoes through your head, settling heavy into your limbs, in its perfect beauty.

Cam just laughs, though there's not venom in it. ]

"Well, you keep your faith and I'll keep mine, and we'll see who gets there first, but you're still right here, aren't you? If you think your conviction will find you some better heaven, then you best start praying. Belief's what matters, after all."

[ They jerk their head at Simon. ]

"C'mon, let's get her out of here."

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[worthathousand]

[ a surprised laugh, though it's sharp ]

What, are you daring me to do it?

[worthathousand]

[ she makes very deliberate eye contact with Cam, and then—

—she sings. Her voice isn't the impossibly clear bell of Persephone, but it is nevertheless his song: ]

「 How small we are beside the river;
here where we scatter
our lives like flower petals—
flowers red as blood

Hear my song beside Your river;
red flowers in my hands.

What is everlasting in our world?
If water should rise
above my head
is it as fertile and deep as my faith? 」

[ Then, she ad-libs an extra refrain: ]

「 Hear my song far from Your river
that I might see Yu-Shan. 」

[farfromgrace]

[ And—as the room fills with light, you realize:

It really was just as simple as that.

And in the moment before Delphi fades around you, you think you can almost see Cam smile.

> PROCEED. ]