Honor (Karen/Frank)
Honor + Kastle
Words lose their meaning when he stares at them a too long, and the tiny type marching across the dirt smudged newsprint in his hands isn’t any exception.
Honor... its like he’s staring at ancient glyphs painted on the side of a cave wall, a foreign tongue he has no memory of.
She wrote it, about him, about his mission, about the man he once was, and there’s a question posed at the end that has his eyes glued to the page, that makes him feel… something, when he’d rather feel nothing at all.
“Can honor be lost or gained, or is it part of people, written into their genetic code, as indelible as the shape of their heart?” she wants to know.
In his minds eye he can see her, hunched over her laptop typing away, that fierce look of concentration making her bite her bottom lip, thinking about him.
He scans back up the page to read it again, no closer to an answer than he was before.