She was used to being alone… it wasn’t so much that she was silent. The creature just didn’t have words so much. She lacked them, and there wasn’t much to be done about that. She’d become cold. Salem didn’t trust people, she didn’t trust… anyone, any more. That was something she could deal with, something she could roll with. Something that she’d gotten used to. It was a bleak thing, but it didn’t bother her as much as it should have. So many things should have bothered her that just… didn’t. Not anymore. That’s where she hit the wall— anymore. She still quivered.
And he says her name. That’s all he says. She nods, the ghost sighing lightly. It’s a gentle sigh, the breath pushed through her nose softly. “I was always just the one who never left… I don’t have a talent, other than that.” And maybe her talent was her loyalty. The creature didn’t really have anything other than that to fall back on. She never really did fall back on anyone other than herself. That made sense… she was the only one she had. She and herself, and that was it. That was all. She’d never had rank, she’d never had family here, she’d never… done much of anything. She just hadn’t left.
“I’m good at dwelling on the past, I’m good at overthinking, I’m good at not going away, despite how hard you may try to get rid of me. I don’t have anything else, Tesseract. That’s all.” The creature sighs once more, scratching at her foreleg. “They tried to teach me to hunt and I was rubbish at it. They tried to teach me how to fight and I didn’t have the stomach. They wanted to put me in charge of children but I… I don’t do well with children.” She was still a child herself, or so she felt. The creature simply shook her head. There was no more to say about herself. She had nothing left.
salem. my name is blue canary |