The force of his dismissal surprised her. Eyes darted quickly towards him, wide with question and startled confusion. It drew her quiet, it drew her into him, because she recognized that force behind that single word. Fear. It gripped her too when thoughts like these raced around her head, and though it hurt to hear him deny her thoughts, it did not make them or the seat of anguish vanish. If anything it only confirmed her theory, else why banish the idea so strongly?

Like the moon orbiting around the sun they moved around each other, inner forced drawing them together. His wing was a reassurance against her own, his breath tangled in her hair a promise of better days and lighter weather. She smiled faintly and leaned into him as they walked, caving beneath the caress and the promises it held. They were so alike, each trying to dance away from the darkness that they saw, be it in themselves or others. He, a child of the moon, she, a product of a storm. Both bathed in darkness, both reaching, searching, struggling for a light to steer them steady.

Ampere sighed. The rain washed away the sound.

"You don't have to," she mumbled, though the thunder that rolled just before her voice may have obscured it. She fell silent for a moment, gathering herself like the clouds did lightning. She took strength in his presence, oddly at peace with their contact. It was so easy with him; it was probably the only way she was ever able to voice what she said next. Anyone else, any other time, it would have washed away with the rainfall.
"What if we... what if we fought against it?" She started quiet, but soon was assured, her thoughts snowballing. Her own wing slid out to stroke his side, anxious, gentle. "Only light can disperse the shadows, and only light can make them. It exists in us, all of us, both sides." Blue eyes flashed bright, a tree of electricity blinking in the night, leaves unfurling like newly blossomed stars. "We choose which side shows, and we can guide others to do the same. Justice." The one word resonated from her lips with such force she felt hollow afterwards, like a butterfly finally free of its cocoon.

She shuddered, though from the weather or the intensity of her vision she couldn't be sure. "We could make a group, gathering those that are willing and able to fight off the darkness. We could make the world better, brighter." She paused, getting excited, but back tracking to finish a trail. "Not a herd or a band," she clarified, "more like... an organization. It'd have to be secret, to keep everyone safe and free to work at will." She knew too easily the restraints of herd life, but its necessary benefits. Still, politics weight the hand of herds down too much to make them useful, she needed freedom fighters.

"We could WHATCH the night. The eyes in the sky, the horns in the thorns, the heart in the dark. The storm that breaks."

@[Mesec]