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sometimes the stars are almost peaceful enough for sadie to lose herself in them—like she can forget the tragedies that had fallen upon her… but then the sun rises and it’s another day where she’s reminded that life is cruel and unforgiving and that she’ll never have her husband back, as much as she misses him. time is supposed to heal all wounds, but sadie can’t see anything healing until she’s taken down every last o’driscoll out there. she doesn’t care if anyone else agrees with her, but her mind is made up.
still, it’s nice to have arthur’s company. out of everyone, she figures that he can understand her plight, at least to some degree. at least he has the decency to listen to her lament about the past. even if he’s really only around because he can’t sleep either. she’ll take it.
she nods silently at his words. she has nights like that, too. she’s reminded of the peaceful snowy nights back in her cabin, safe and warm as she and jake sit by the fireplace reading and enjoying each other’s company. she didn’t have a care in the world then, either. though, being with this group is a mixed bag. given their outlaw lifestyles, sadie half expects to be shaken awake in the middle of the night due to an ambush—on the nights that she can actually sleep, that is.
she’s torn from her thoughts at his question, and only then does she spare him a glance before sighing. funny how people she hardly knows can already be concerned for her well-being.
“ ain’t gotta worry about me, ” she says after a moment. “ i’ll be fine, jus’... need some time. ” that’s putting it lightly, and she knows it, so she offers him a little more. “ really, i’ve jus’ been tryin’ to formulate a plan on what to do next. i got some ideas, but…it’s best not to get anyone else involved. ”
she doesn’t want to spend all this time talking about herself; doesn’t like getting too vulnerable, so she changes the subject.
“ how you been doin’, arthur ? you hardly been at camp, i noticed. ”
the stars have been out for several hours now , and most of the camp has gone to bed . it's always when the moon is at its peak in the sky that the world seems to stop for those few hours , blanketed in cool moonlight . no chatter in the camp , no animals calling out , hardly a chirping bird in the land below the overlook . two hours before the witching hour . always one of arthur's favourite times .
❝ no . s'not good to toss and turn all night . you're smart , gettin' up and doin' somethin' other'n layin' there . ❞ but sadie , of course , has much better reasons to not be able to sleep than he does . she has improved remarkably since they found her , scared and brokenhearted , in that house . for arthur , this is just one of those nights . selfishly , it is nice to have someone else to commiserate over sleep , and lack thereof .
he joins her soon , sitting with his legs crossed on the other side of the lantern , just shy of the cliff's edge . ❝ strange . some nights , i feel like everything's out t'get us . like we gotta watch our backs . and other nights , like tonight , just feels like everything's gone real still for a while . till morn . ain't had nights like this since … ❞ he trails off . since before blackwater . ❝ … you doin' all right , mrs adler ? whole camp's worried about you . ❞
@loyalpromise. / continued.