[Her boots squelch with every step, her clothes dripping rain like a trail of breadcrumbs as the two of them walk down into the Base of Operations. A few servicemen brush past them as they go. No one says a word. The silence is stifling. Few dare risk breaking it and letting the grief loose to rampage through the ranks. The ground feels as though it's been knocked out from under their feet.]
[Lindi does not respond to Kandel. She does not respond to Faye's (futile) gesture of comradeship. Benitez sees them as they go by, but says nothing. The look in his eyes says that he knows the weight of loss far too well and far too often. Anyone who catches a glimpse at Lindi can see the same hollow look in her own face. She may be physically here, but she's gone.]
[She's been gone since they got the news.]
[The memorial wall is a small one, a far cry from the monster at Camp Hudson. This one is more personal; the photos are of civilians, loved ones, treasured friends, taken by the Green Poison or the fall of New York or the factions or just the cruel nature of this world. The photos of Rabbit begin to multiply; very rarely is he not smiling in them. A few people weep quietly. Most are silent.]
[Rada stands with her father, hand-in-hand. She somberly tacks up a photo of her own. It's the Valentine's Day dance, an image of her riding on Rabbit's shoulders and both of them caught in a peal of laughter. Lindi spares it a glance before staring down at her boots. She does not dare look at Rada. She can't.]
[It's only when Voodoo and Preacher arrive that she comes back to some modicum of life.]
Y... yeah. Hey.
[She tries to fake a smile for them. It dies before getting anywhere near her eyes.]
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Date: 2019-06-11 07:30 am (UTC)[Lindi does not respond to Kandel. She does not respond to Faye's (futile) gesture of comradeship. Benitez sees them as they go by, but says nothing. The look in his eyes says that he knows the weight of loss far too well and far too often. Anyone who catches a glimpse at Lindi can see the same hollow look in her own face. She may be physically here, but she's gone.]
[She's been gone since they got the news.]
[The memorial wall is a small one, a far cry from the monster at Camp Hudson. This one is more personal; the photos are of civilians, loved ones, treasured friends, taken by the Green Poison or the fall of New York or the factions or just the cruel nature of this world. The photos of Rabbit begin to multiply; very rarely is he not smiling in them. A few people weep quietly. Most are silent.]
[Rada stands with her father, hand-in-hand. She somberly tacks up a photo of her own. It's the Valentine's Day dance, an image of her riding on Rabbit's shoulders and both of them caught in a peal of laughter. Lindi spares it a glance before staring down at her boots. She does not dare look at Rada. She can't.]
[It's only when Voodoo and Preacher arrive that she comes back to some modicum of life.]
Y... yeah. Hey.
[She tries to fake a smile for them. It dies before getting anywhere near her eyes.]