Lion Head Mesa my head is exploding like an atom bomb

forward dated to may 19th srry for all the forwarded threads lol. right after this thread

it takes a moment for the weight that it is her brother's imprisonment in her own home to finally collapse on racharra.

but what does it matter to him, to her? she couldn't even remember him well, what else could she expect from him? not everyone could afford to daydream like she has for so long.

he carried on his mother's ferocity after finding a home that would nurture it. here, her own ferocity had been tempered and buried until it lay dormant. how similar would they be if it weren't?
she knew of what he has done, what he is capable, and yet still snuck food to him. unable to bear watching the stranger who's only connection to her is blood that she has all but rejected.

she stares at her own food now, having punctured but not drank from a fruit and watched as it weeped out its juice. it spreads for a moment, creeping outwards before racharra laps it up to prevent it from spreading any further. sweetness on her tongue, the lightheaded aftermath lifts racharra from the clutches of a headache. but the weight keeps her grounded, one thought festering in her mind: how do i save him?