Just Another Word
Maybe it wasn't that she couldn't talk. Maybe, she just didn't know what to say. Set between ep1 and ep40.
Rosé
Rating: T
Genre/s: Angst
For a while, she hadn't said anything. People assumed it had something to do with the Military's assault on Liore, an assumption that was screamed out by the baby she held in her arms like a lifeline. And so they called her the Holy Mother, the mute woman who provided a symbol of guidance against the very people who had stolen her voice away from her, and other things besides.
It was still there though. She still had the capacity to talk. She still could...if she had anything to say.
People asked what was wrong. What could she reply to that? She knew, but knowledge isn't something so easily put into words. It's a feeling, and while humans need words for everything, they don't always exist, and when they do exist, they are not always known.
So what could she say, knowing there were no words she could use to answer? No means of making herself understood, even to her own mind, where only her heart and soul held the reply without words.
People asked to her condition. Again, what could she answer with? She couldn't fully understand herself, lacking the words to describe the emotions she carried and the scars imprinted within her soul.
People asked for advice. What could she tell them that they did not already know, or that someone else could not? What was special about her words, when her very presence seemed to provide them hope? How could she tell them guidance, when it dwells within the very souls of mankind, rearing to be heard.
What was there to say, for that which could never be understood with words?
Nothing to be said at all.