Notes: written for a meme wherein I had only the length of a song to write a drabble inspired by the song.
Music: Emilie Autumn - "Ancient Grounds (Live Recording)"
She had lost track of time somewhere down the line - measured it less and less by the days checked off on the calender Bishop had in his office and more often by how old Bishop's voice sounded, by how long Badou's hair was, by how many more scratches Naoto returned with, by how much more tired Haine looked when he came in to rest.
She would always creep over softly to sit beside him, wishing desperately that she could say something to comfort him, but her silence was enough for him. Her very presence, remarkable as it was that he could tolerate it, was soothing, calming the howling of the beast within him. It was getting harder and harder to run, harder to hide what he really was.
They were all growing older and it didn't look like a peace amongst the gangs would come any time soon. So there was no choice but to fight.
To fight for a brief period of calm when they could all lay down their weapons and fall into a never waking sleep.