I Another night, another set of thoughts running through my head, questions
that do not yet have answers. I've been here for what, three months now,
and I still feel as awkward and unsteady as when I first arrived. I have
no recollection of the process that made me a Silverhawk; all I remember is
a moment of blinding pain. That is when my heart failed, they say, yet
another casualty of the alteration process. Will and I were the only ones
affected.
I look at myself in the mirror, and I do not know if I see a person, or a machine. We were all told we would be irrevocably altered, I for one, didn't really know the full implications of that statement. My mind shies away form it, even now
Now I'm here, there's no turning back. Now, all the questions I didn't ask filter through my mind, merely to float away on gossamer wings, leaving me only more confused
Why am I here? What prompted me to volunteer for this, to irrevocably alter my body?
So far, the only advantage I see is my strength. I've always been strong, but now, now I can lift the Maraj on my own, without thinking about it. That thought is actually rather frightening; I try to avoid it.
I know I'm not the only one that feels lost at times. I hear echoes in my mind that tell me Will has the same kinds of thoughts. Quicksilver's strict adherence to rules and regs tells me he feels it, too. Bluegrass and the Kidd are harder for me to read, I don't know them yet.
I know I should reach out to them, get to know them, these people I will work with for many years to come. But, how can I show them the real me, when I don't know myself anymore?
Yet again another night with no answers, only questions.. Maybe, one day, I will find the answers I seek. I hope so
Dawn will be here soon, another day, another mission to bring peace to Limbo. Am I happy here? I don't know. But I am satisfied with what I do, and, for now, that will have to suffice.
I look at myself in the mirror, and I do not know if I see a person, or a machine. We were all told we would be irrevocably altered, I for one, didn't really know the full implications of that statement. My mind shies away form it, even now
Now I'm here, there's no turning back. Now, all the questions I didn't ask filter through my mind, merely to float away on gossamer wings, leaving me only more confused
Why am I here? What prompted me to volunteer for this, to irrevocably alter my body?
So far, the only advantage I see is my strength. I've always been strong, but now, now I can lift the Maraj on my own, without thinking about it. That thought is actually rather frightening; I try to avoid it.
I know I'm not the only one that feels lost at times. I hear echoes in my mind that tell me Will has the same kinds of thoughts. Quicksilver's strict adherence to rules and regs tells me he feels it, too. Bluegrass and the Kidd are harder for me to read, I don't know them yet.
I know I should reach out to them, get to know them, these people I will work with for many years to come. But, how can I show them the real me, when I don't know myself anymore?
Yet again another night with no answers, only questions.. Maybe, one day, I will find the answers I seek. I hope so
Dawn will be here soon, another day, another mission to bring peace to Limbo. Am I happy here? I don't know. But I am satisfied with what I do, and, for now, that will have to suffice.
