gaza
She sounds like she has given up all hope, as if this He she speaks of has committed so many atrocities against her, and there was no way in heaven or earth to make amends. As if He is all powerful, all knowing. As if she were the weakest creature. Insignificance is learned; it is instilled, never born.
There was something that once made her flee from Him. Once upon a time, she stood up to him, and yet now she bows her head and takes the blows once more.
He does not know this, of course, but nevertheless, her cowardice is disappointing. He frowns. It doesn’t need to make sense, because even in his naivete, he has seen real grief and knows how it clouds the mind. It is a standing fog, moved only when the mind wills it to. She might be buried beneath wisps that are far too dense and thick for him to navigate. Gaza, however, is nothing if not gallant and persistent - and her skin is too alluring for him to turn away. He takes a step closer. “So that’s it? You’re just giving up…? What if she’s out there, waiting for you to come and rescue her?”
If anyone were waiting for him, he thinks, he would not rest until he had found them.
vanquish x yael