Sisters at Last (Rita)

Oh well. Evokers were just something pretty, “Well, they are more cool than useful, in my opinion.” It was sort of a handicap to use one. It made you look cool from the outside, she supposed, but when it came to actually fighting, she couldn’t figure out what advantage it gave you, “Although, if you were out of it, I guess it wouldn’t matter either way. Actually, since you use something like that, does that mean you need to carry it all the time? That sounds like a bit of a burden.” She liked to travel light when in the other worlds. The most she carried was her tablet if she was on an educational expedition and some sweets in case she got tired. She couldn’t imagine dragging more than that with her, since it seemed like it would weigh her down.

Naomi would stand up slowly and go up to Rita. She would open her arms and hug her (taller) little sister. The height difference must have made this scene look strange from the outside, but that wasn’t important. She had to reach up slightly to rub the girl’s head, “I know you’re worried for me, hun. You’re as worried for me as I am for you. I understand, but I’m not going to die. I don’t want to hurt the people who are important to me that way. That’s why you don’t have to worry. I won’t do anything that will put me in danger, and at the first sign I will get out of there. I always go there with a plan to escape if I need it. It’s just a matter of staying out of trouble.” She would pull away with a small, concerned smile, “And you’re much too pretty to let those tears stain your face over this. Save them for when you’ll really need them. I promise to be safe, so don’t cry for me. You just have to promise that you’ll be safe too, okay?” She didn’t want to see her sister cry. It broke her heart.

Naomi would step back and still have an almost sad smile on her face, “I’ll be careful and stay out of any trouble. I promise. I’ll always come back safely. You just have to promise the same thing.” She didn’t want to lose anyone else either. By the sounds of it, Rita had lost someone in this mess already. Naomi didn’t want to drag those memories back up and put herself in danger, but she couldn’t back down either. This was something she needed to do. She couldn’t leave that world alone, and she wouldn’t put anyone else in danger. This was all she could do, “Be safe, Rita. I’ll talk to you again. Hopefully soon.” She didn’t know how to feel after all of that. She was happy Rita was worried for her, but she wasn’t sure if she should feel guilty about making her cry. It was confusing. She wouldn’t leave with a smile as she made her way back to the subway. Instead, she would have a troubled look on her face. Was she really doing the right thing going it alone?

{EXIT}