❝Anyone who has ever made anything of importance was disciplined.❞
—ANDREW HENDRIXON
[X AMBASSADORS ¤ RENEGADES]
DIALOGUE
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The book was too short, had they gotten one with perhaps a chapter or two the story would have lasted. He'd have to wait a little until she got the flow of reading higher level books before they progress to that. Overall her voice made the little tale of a kid on a sled with curious woodland creatures dance off the page. Even without the aid of pretty images he could see it when he closed his eyes, hear the sounds, the crunch of snow, the whisper of the breeze, the little noises animals made, follow the kid in their climb and descent what joys, what simplistic a thing and so fun. It was activities like that he never got the chance to do, maybe it was childish but he secretly wondered what it would be like.
Then he opened his eyes when she spoke of having drawn something. He sat up and took one of the pictures, held it up to the light that filtered through the window. A sun drawn in the corner, sunflowers, a figure with pale hair, him? How cute. There were others, he did the same with the next, held it up to see it at a distance, "Oh, this is Isabel? She looks so young," He chuckled, a sled too with two recognizable figures, himself and her.
"I want to help..." He spoke whisper-soft, "Make your book, we could take pictures of all the things you like, along with your art, put it together, like a scrapbook."
He placed it down beside its companion and turned to meet her regard, a new project they could work on, how exciting. "...If you want to."What kind of book did she want to make? With what he'd suggested she'd have the most optimal space to add whatever she pleased, no limits. Did Loretta have a creative side? It seemed like it, she ceased to amaze.
No. He didn't just want help her make a book. He wanted to save her. He wanted to be able to just, go outside and play with the snow, experience sledding, sledding! Be free, laugh at the wind, enjoy the light that is Loretta without the fear of being attacked, shot down, kidnapped, hurt. Zero petted the top her head, that meant he had to find out what dad was so hell bent over protecting. What is down those dark steps? What discoveries did he make, could it be why he and mom disappeared? Was it something that could plant the seed of fear in even the most powerful of beings? Would it change the world over? What of it did? What if this was used to end them? End their terror? Zero could see a better world, a world of yesterday resurfacing, bright, picking up where it left off.
He saw her in it.