Bungou Stray Dogs doesn't belong to me.
These drabbles are written for inkstay's Dare to Write challenge.
(Minor manga spoilers. You've been warned.)
Claroscuro
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epiphany
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It's tearing you apart– seeing her laying in that hard bed, barely alive, unaware of what's happening around her anymore. Her bossy tone, her demands and complaints are no longer there, deathly pallor and painful silence all she is instead. Yet she keeps fighting, refusing to give up even though science has no hope for her.
But faith does. Not in God, not in the few doctors that agree with you about waiting just a little longer, she'll wake up, I know she will; but in her, in her strength and her strong will and her stubborn heart.
Yet days pass and she's still nearly dead, still unconscious and cold to touch. Still trapped in the aftermath of an attack that should be only your burden, unable to listen to all the words you realised too late you wanted her to know.
You need her back– you need her imposing presence, that elegance using her ability, her arrogant smirk. You need her in a way you have only ever needed God.
And like God, she sets her own moral compass.
Good no longer means empathy, solidarity. Good means doing what is necessary to bring her back.
Even killing, even helping that detestable rat. Anything as long as it heals her.
After all, everyone knows God can justify any cruelty.