BiryuTorna

amongus Word Count: 2085 (In which Olive, desperate to attempt to fix her issues of being "weak and vulnerable", which she discovered while in (under?) Baikal, learns how to use a new weapon.) (Link to doc version with a bit of colored text: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F7nLEFbGIGtToTvHeqbKkZBi1HSORRIGSIzAiJyF2k0/edit?usp=sharing) Olive stalked down the halls of the Alliance’s armory, her balance regained– at least for the most part. She hadn’t been strong enough. Her talons clicked along the ground, wings splayed slightly– a balancing act. She hadn’t been fast enough. Head low, her eyes shone, brittle and cold. Harsh, like flames and smoke. She hadn’t been good enough. She hadn’t been strong enough. She hadn’t been fast enough. She hadn’t been good enough. But IT had. Yet- that was out of her control (she was not the Universe). She was not that THING. She did not dictate its strength; no, she only dictated her own blatant, awful lack of it. How hadn’t she seen