Phoenix Maplewood Here I dreamt I was an architect

Wanna fade this out? I'm gonna go on absence for a while starting Tuesday because of a trip, and I'd like to finish this up beforehand! I hope to have a new thread with you when I get back!

Despite some of the things Reek liked to believe, he was no superhero.  As much as he wanted to be one, he had no power; he could not split in two (well, maybe once... but there would definitely be no coming back from that), he could not save the world, and most of all, he could not be God... no matter how hard he tried. There was a futility to life, and Reek felt small. Smaller now than he had ever felt.  Perhaps Scarlett was right; maybe there was no use fighting the natural course of events. He could embrace the life of a passenger. A speck of dust, settled on a rock, floating through space.  

Silence filled the den and Reek felt a heavy weight in the pit of his stomach.  He did not speak. He felt as if he no longer had words left in him. Placing his head in the juncture between Scarlett's neck and shoulder, Reek sighed and closed his eyes. A sadness overwhelmed him.