"The gears of space crunch through the endless march of time," filaments of copper glitter from the light at the end of the tunnel, menacing and comforting all in one. "There is a forward and it comes unceasingly."
Before he can process what happened, it's gone, the glass in the back of his mind fogged once more. He recognizes it, of course. But there's nothing he can do about it right now.
At some point, when the silence has stretched long enough, he takes a deep breath in. "It's been a long day," Joker offers, blinking away the sparks of smoke and clouds of mirror that clouded his vision. "Wanna head up top? The ground up there is comfortable than this." He taps the floor with a finger, extinguishing his cigarette. To most people, anyway.
rain all your broken pieces, storm / with each that falls there comes reform
"The gears of space crunch through the endless march of time," filaments of copper glitter from the light at the end of the tunnel, menacing and comforting all in one. "There is a forward and it comes unceasingly."
Before he can process what happened, it's gone, the glass in the back of his mind fogged once more. He recognizes it, of course. But there's nothing he can do about it right now.
At some point, when the silence has stretched long enough, he takes a deep breath in. "It's been a long day," Joker offers, blinking away the sparks of smoke and clouds of mirror that clouded his vision. "Wanna head up top? The ground up there is comfortable than this." He taps the floor with a finger, extinguishing his cigarette. To most people, anyway.