She knows she should stop.
She knows it and she doesn't care.
He says it as if it's so very simple.
Stop Ariadne. Stop.
But he doesn't know. He's never folded Paris in half.
He's never raised cities from dust with the arch of an eyebrow.
He's never aligned the very stars and moon in the night sky according to his will.
But she has.
She's done that and more, and how could she possibly let that go?
She can't, that's how. She knows the feel of pure creation and that's not something one just stops.
But there are certain things she doesn't know.
She doesn't know what it feels like to be a lover. To be half of a whole.
She doesn't know what it feels like to be waiting for a train.
And so she keeps going, keeps creating her world, and forging her path.
Hoping, always hoping that one day she will have that knowing.
She knows that there are certain things you can't unknow, and she hopes the knowing won't undo her.
She knows that one day this will kill her.
She knows it and she doesn't care.
I've been wanting to write an Inception fic for a while, so here it is.
