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This metropolis is splayed before us in all its glory and chaos. Like a canvas painted with blood. Human and Chi- Chitauri Blood. A species we have never seen nor never heard of. They do not seem to have much a mind: killing without strategy, giving no care for their own but still ruthlessly effective, nonetheless. Is that how to use the word: nonetheless? Nevertheless?
We know we’re not meant to be thinking in words as of our current state. I realise I am using the pronoun “we” instead of “I”. Sometimes, I feel-
No. Do not feel.
I consider that I might be thinking for both my sister and I, as we are both similar in our looks, our hearts and our minds. Yes, we are twins, but we are one. I feel her feathers ruffle against me. Is she impatient? Stiff from patiently waiting for me to seize the right opportunity?
Time is irrelevant, only the action taken within that time.
Perhaps she is brushing of fatigue, tiredness. I find myself ruffling mine at the thought of sleep. “We need to stay awake sister. The battle needs to be won.” I try to project my thought to her. I know she cannot hear them, but she can very well predict what they are. The puffs of air blowing on my back quicken. She is anxious, anticipating something.
She is letting her emotions get the better of her.
I should try to calm her down. Turn back into our human forms and talk it out. Maybe then it’ll be a little bit easier. After all, she is my lil’ sister by about 9 minutes, ain’t that right?
She is letting her emotions get the better of her.
Her emotions are overwhelming her. I beat my wing against her side to stffle her weakness. I wait her the veil to cover her eyes. The veil. That is have named it when I have little thought pockets like these. But I try not to focus too much on thinking about thinking, because it would waste what little time I have.
Time is irrelevant, only the action taken within that time.
I hear the veil whispering its chants, its rules, its teachings. The veil is this psychological cloth that is put metaphorically over our eyes to block out the world. It consumes our minds with systematic, simple thoughts. The world slows down and feel like I am induced into a state of comatose, when in fact, I remain conscious for a long period of time.
More of my vocabulary is coming back to me. Soon, I hope it shall be memories. Memories of our past, our parents, our childhood. Our story....
My story.
I feel more freedom. I feel I am beginning to think more and more. I think I can feel. To feel is to walk among God.
There is more than one, so who in particular I’m I am thinking about. Or… Am I… Remembering?
The veil leaves me be. It lets me think now,
In the middle of a mission!? In the middle of a crumbling city!?
I have missed the window of opportunity. The battle is long over.
What Happened!? Why did the veil not take over? Why did we fail? Were we set up?
No, I remember this faintly. The mission was a desperate plea sent by the Queen of Asgard.
Not the King.