"Something My Old Lover Taught Me Was That-... Sometimes, Even Amongst The Stench Of Blood And The Horrors

"Something my old lover taught me was that-... sometimes, even amongst the stench of blood and the horrors we've endured... you just gotta take a step back and just watch the beauties that lie beneath the bruises. To just look up at the stars and remember that it doesn't always need to be technicsl or existential... that it's good to just sometimes... be."

Iosema looked at them, seeing the faint shimmer of their eye beneath the shadows of their mask.

"I'm... not sure that I follow."

The huntress removed her hat and rested her head on their shoulder with a contented sigh, setting the headpiece down beside her on the grass.

"What I'm saying is that you just gotta dig a little and you'll always find the goodness in things, no matter how ugly. Like..." She looked down at her own gloved hand before grabbing Dusken's, interlocking her fingers with their's. "I might've died... long before I met you. But I did come back. Did I not?"

"Well you did but-"

"Ah-ah-ah! No. No but's. I came back good as new. ...-If you disregard my eye but hey! I can still see. And I can scare the shit outta people with it too."

Iosema grinned beneath her gas mask.

"When you find yourself with a broken plate, fix it. But while you're at it, color the stuff you're putting it back together with gold. Because then," She looked back up at their face, "No matter how bad the damage, it can be turned into something more beautiful than it once was."