Make ‘Em Wait Prompt Thing
After all she’d been through, she was surprised she hadn’t left sooner.
Fallen, exiled, eradicated memory. Only now did she recall everything, all the pain and hatred from her mistake, from the destruction of something innocent. And yet, she couldn’t find the will to care. Years had passed with only her name as her companion, the scars on her back a mystery her instincts begged her to leave unknown.
Though Lucia supposed that instinct had no meaning now.
Her past society had been…insufferable. As the memories flowed back, the disgust she had held rose up as though she was experiencing it all for the first time. Ignorance and misunderstanding held that society together, held it above the human race, an impractical placement when one thought about it.
Lucia’s scars prickled at the memory: brightly-lit machines, shrill whirring, a needle in her skull. She shivered.
Though everything made sense — it all made sense, of course it did — remembering didn’t really seem to…change much of anything. Lucia was still a hermit; she still was the same as she’d been in the past, it seemed.
Yet…did she enjoy this life more?
As a human, her choices had a purpose, an impact. But in the past, her choices had been predestined. The better free will on Earth was…far better than the limits she’d been privileged with.
And yet, in the past, she’d been graced with flight, with power, with strength. Perhaps if she’d left sooner, she could’ve escaped from heaven with her wings intact.
