Kamelot's Anthem was today's inspiration. And I think we're all lucky I avoided a PG-18 novel about 'losing innocence' *wink wink*

Being imprisoned wasn't what hurt the most. Being imprisoned even though she was innocent was worst, but bearable. Seeing herself blatantly punching Mercury when she was sure he had attacked first was disturbing. Seeing the confused mix of distrust and disgust in Blake's eyes was tearing her apart.

She was going round in circles like a cat in a bag, both physically and mentally. As she reached one wall, and then the other of her small cell, her mind was playing again and again the previous events, trying to find a logic, a reason why the things she had seen weren't real. Trying to grasp at the last straws of her hopeful sanity. Trying to convince herself that she wasn't mad, that she wasn't a monster.

Guilt, strangely, was absent of her thoughts. As if she knew better than to trust the video recording, as if she was certain of her innocence. As if somehow, she could be cleaned of all doubts and accusations, even with the whole world as a witness of her crimes.

The cell was of an unsupportable white, a white that reminded her of asylums and hospitals, a white that plunged her a little deeper in despair each second… A white that, in return, was unable to hide the obvious black of Blake's hair and clothes. For a split second, Yang had the bad luck to experience the feeling of her heart skipping a beat and shriveling simultaneously, which made her dolorously close her eyes, praying that her partner hadn't seen it. As she still wasn't facing her, there was a tenuous chance.

Opening her eyes but unable to chase sadness from her eyes, she turned to the silvery bars separating her from her teammate. They stared at each other for a second before Yang opened her mouth, about to say something… and closed it, resigned. There was nothing she could say, nothing she could argue. Nothing that would make things better, nor explain her behavior… Nothing that wouldn't send her straight to the madmen house anyway.

Looking down, Blake sighed before making a slight step toward the gate and raising her eyes again. In those eyes, Yang saw defiance, hurt but also hope. Hope that she could explain everything? Once again, her heart was squished by her inability to make everything better, to put a smile on the face of those she loved. She too made a step toward the grid, having a single solution to provide to this thorny issue. Staring deep inside the amber eyes facing her, she opened her heart. If eyes were the windows of the soul, perhaps Blake could see through her as she had seen her emotions. Perhaps she would see more than sadness, despair and love. Perhaps she would see her innocence.

A second out of time found them staring in each other eyes, two souls poles apart desperately trying to communicate, two lost beings trying to overcome a major issue. But everything must end, and this evanescent second came crashing back on reality with the brutal sound of the alarm signaling the end of the visits. Sighing once again, Blake let her fingers lingering on the metal a little more before finally giving up and leaving, without a word having said. Seeing her disappear, Yang was tempted to collapse and cry.

Communication, as her Innocence, seemed lost and irremediably broken.

Sorry for the sad vibe, I just feel more like it lately.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, and I'll see you all tomorrow !