For each other, they are enough. For each other, they are everything, all Jaws has left. Time would change a lot of things, but wouldn’t change Jaws. She is steady. The Lagoon would be a dangerous place for a young woman, but she is different than the rest. Jaws believes herself different, raised with a different strength. Raised and brought up to rise, and to keep herself safe. Keep her own heart safe. It is Rade too, that is her heart. No weakness, but she would keep him safe as well.
He grabs to her ear, and Jaws laughs softly. He is closing himself off again, but Jaws knows what runs under the armor that he wears. As the man limps, Jaws moves to his side as to catch him. She wouldn’t move from his side. She would lend Rade her strength. As much of it as she could. They would show no weakness in the Lagoon, and in each other find strength.
Not flesh and blood, but something different. Something that was just as strong, something that was just as deep… if not, in her return, more. His question struck her in the chest, Jaws becoming aware of her heart as it beats. An uptick in her pulse. Why indeed? She walks beside the man in contemplative silence for a while, thinking over the question.
“I would like to find myself.” The words are careful, and she thinks through them as they fall from her tongue. “I would like to find who I am meant to be.” It’s with a great seriousness that she speaks now, something strange playing in her gaze. The blood of the islands ran deep in her, her lineage long, filled with greatness. There would be greatness for Jaws here too, and that she was certain of.
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