ɪ ᴡɪsʜ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴍɴᴇsɪᴀ [open]

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

He smirked, "I like to think so."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"You don't know the future," Halo said softly, almost inaudibly.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Nope. And I think I prefer not to," Cleo hummed thoughtfully.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Sometimes I prefer not to, also," Halo said. Her hands, folded in her lap, clenched together and she closed her eyes. She took a deep breath to center herself.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"But you don't have much of a choice, do you?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"No," Halo replied. "I was born like this. Blind, but able to see the future. A big of an unfair trade off."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"The world now isn't that great anyways," Cleo snorted, "You aren't missing much."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"It would be nice, though," Halo said. "To see flowers. The sun." Her visions rarely included such things. Mostly, she saw dark things, like death and battles.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Cleo snorted and looked out the window, "Flowers die. The sun goes away."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"And yet spring comes and the flowers bloom once more, and every morning the sun returns," Halo replied. "Isn't this so?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Sure, but flowers aren't good for much, aside from giving us oxygen. I don't find them all that appealing," Cleo wrinkled his nose.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"A thing has to be good for something to be appealing?" Halo asked. "I never thought of beauty as being practical."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Most of the time, it isn't," Cleo shook his head, "That's why I don't really care for it."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Halo turned her eyes in his direction. "What's the point of sight if you can't appreciate beauty?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"I can use my sight for other things. Like reading," Cleo stated.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"What do you read?" Halo had heard of books, but never seen one in her visions or touched one.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"All kinds of books," Cleo actually sounded..happy, "Books about the past, how we used to do things."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Really?" Halo said, her voice laced with curiosity. The past was something she knew nothing about, and it intrigued her more than anything. For someone who can see the future, the past is like some mystical concept. "What was it like, the past?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"It was...well, there were bad things and good things," Cleo shrugged, "It was slower paced than now."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"How do you mean?" Halo asked.