Broken Boulder pattern evolving, motion insolvent

forward-dated to late on the 17th; keeping vague abt some things

He had hoped speaking to Delight would soothe the cold ache in his chest— it hadn't. Not really. It didn't really feel real— how long had Lily been part of his life, now? Longer than many, he knew. Others had a way of cycling in and out of his life rather quickly— or maybe it was the other way around. Maybe it should have been, this time.
The Governor put off finding @Eris until the sun had almost set. Even then, he did not want to approach her— did not want to bring this particular brand of news, or face her inevitable anger. Alarian had already learned, though, that it never really mattered how much or little you wanted to do something. You just did it, because, fuck— no one else was going to. So he set off in search of his sister, looking about the same as he felt: too tired to be alive.