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daughterofthefifthLwaxana stared down at the flame of the candle she cupped between her hands. She let it fill her vision, let it dazzle her, so that when she turned her gaze upward to the gathered crowd, she saw only the sparkles and dark at the edge of her vision and not the faces that all reflected some part of her own sadness.
"We have come together to remember our friends, Jane Shepard and Amelia Pond," Lwaxana began. Her voice caught on Amy's name, at the memory of one so like a daughter, another daughter lost. She thought of Kestra and then of Deanna--
"It's easy," she began again, "to lose ourselves in these horrible tragedies; to wade deep into anger and let it burn all else away or to sink into the mires of melancholy. To prowl in edgy wakefulness or wallow in sleep. To distract.
"We can't let ourselves be distracted. The deaths of Amy and Jane are not the first losses we've suffered, but they're the most violent, the most obvious. We must not let ourselves be distracted, because we must not let ourselves forget them. Any of them."
With an edge of challenge and defiance, she continued, "I remember Amelia Pond. She traveled far in time and space and hated to be trapped here, fixed in place. She humored a silly old woman and found wonder again, a glittering doll's house in a bubble of cold metal. I think she would've been happier, if she'd had a little longer..."
Lwaxana trailed off, staring out at the stars through the window of the observation deck. "Well, I won't forget her!" she huffed, brave bluster that didn't hide the tears.
[[Please excuse a rather maudlin Betazoid! She's probably feeding off the energy of the room. Put up some posts remembering others that have died or disappeared, and mingle if you like.]]
"We have come together to remember our friends, Jane Shepard and Amelia Pond," Lwaxana began. Her voice caught on Amy's name, at the memory of one so like a daughter, another daughter lost. She thought of Kestra and then of Deanna--
"It's easy," she began again, "to lose ourselves in these horrible tragedies; to wade deep into anger and let it burn all else away or to sink into the mires of melancholy. To prowl in edgy wakefulness or wallow in sleep. To distract.
"We can't let ourselves be distracted. The deaths of Amy and Jane are not the first losses we've suffered, but they're the most violent, the most obvious. We must not let ourselves be distracted, because we must not let ourselves forget them. Any of them."
With an edge of challenge and defiance, she continued, "I remember Amelia Pond. She traveled far in time and space and hated to be trapped here, fixed in place. She humored a silly old woman and found wonder again, a glittering doll's house in a bubble of cold metal. I think she would've been happier, if she'd had a little longer..."
Lwaxana trailed off, staring out at the stars through the window of the observation deck. "Well, I won't forget her!" she huffed, brave bluster that didn't hide the tears.
[[Please excuse a rather maudlin Betazoid! She's probably feeding off the energy of the room. Put up some posts remembering others that have died or disappeared, and mingle if you like.]]