But Goodness My Memory Of Purgatory Is Rusty - Tumblr Posts

i like to imagine that the original team bolas still met once in a while after purgatory. they'd been through much, how could they possibly let go of the bonds that literally and metaphorically held them together through hell?

but as time passed, their meetings grow less frequent. routine takes over as they welcome new guests, take care of the eggs, and learn new mechanics.

slowly, purgatory just feels like a nightmare that passed months ago. was it even real?

but it feels real when baghera wakes up in the middle of the night, squawking for someone she called dad.

it feels real when cellbit waits, not knowing he's waiting for a funny quip from charlie or carre. he doesn't remember when was the last time he saw either of them.

it feels real when foolish turns to make a funny remark at jaiden, but she's not there anymore. at least this time it wasn't with a pile of her own bodies left in her wake.

it feels real when phil is struggling to maintain control over his own mind, grasping on to his children to remind himself of what kept him going through literal hell.

it was hell.

and it was real.