i used to be quite resilient, gain no strength from counting the beads on a rosary

[afallenstar]

It's so easy to run, when it comes down to it. A day here, a week there; the stops barely feel like a blip on Anna's radar. The stops don't compare to a millenia, and at any rate it's pretty easy to avoid boredom when you've got Heavenly hound dogs on your tail.

There's no need to rent the motel, but she does it all the same. Small acts that almost pass for human, they're what keep her going now. Eating at a diner, walking home, making a phone call, they're all small little echoes of the life that she once had, and though they're unnecessary it's the little gestures and nods to the lost humanity that keep her from giving up. After all, she Fell for a reason, she tore out her Grace that day not because of a hatred for the Host, not because of the absent Father or the disdain for the pearly white gates, but because of everything surrounding her. Perhaps not quite dank smells and itchy blankets, but the sentiment remains the same.

That doesn't mean it surprises her though, when the sparks suddenly erupt to the left of her. On the contrary, it's almost expected. One doesn't simply escape Heaven, she knows this, which is why she doesn't immediately run again. Instead she stands, turns to her side to look into the eyes of the angel who just earned themselves a promotion - and the wry smile instantly dies on her lips.

This isn't what she's expecting, at all.

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[socius]

Good girl. Self. Whatever you want to call it. Anna knew she was a fast learner, so why would her younger self be any different. Shut up, logic. Still, she's managed to right herself, to stand without the aid of something solid and inanimate. She still hurts, can still feel herself cracking at the edges, but it's bearable. Tolerable.

"I wasn't aiming for here, if that's what you're wondering." Hence the ... 'not far enough'. "And it's for me to know, and you to find out soon enough." Her tone turns cold, iced over and stubbornly locked. There would be no leads or hints. She'd messed with time once already, having just stepped foot here, into the presence of her younger self. So no spilling anything.

Not that she'd have much of a chance, consider she's walking towards the door. She can't fly. Not yet- it's too soon. She has to save the little strength she has left for what's to come. She'll just ... walk around. Find food. Avoid the hot-tail she knows her younger self is still on. That she herself is still on. You know. The usual.

[afallenstar]

No surprises there, really. She knows full well that she'd never just blurt it out if the roles were reversed (and isn't that a headache to think about, but the idea is still the same) and more than anything she knows she shouldn't ask. This is already risky business, enough has already been interfered with just by being in the same room. But Anna isn't anything if not stubborn, and given the state that this older version of herself is in, she's sure that she needs to know.

Thankfully, said state is still her advantage, and she crosses the room before other her has the chance to, stands in front of the door and folds her arms. She's even got a cold, hard stare of we own, and while the menacing act is an obvious empty threat - who would purposefully harm themselves - she's still going to play the card anyway.

"I don't know what you're expecting, but you can't think I'll just drop this," Hope, maybe, pray, like it'll do any good, but certainly not expect. She's tired, and she doesn't know if she has it in her to get to the place where she evidently ends up. "What happened to you...me? Do we get caught?"