It had ended in a maelstrom of debris and death, of separation and battle cries. Indigo was still haunted by it, turning her head to check behind her, closing her eyes and seeing blood and bodies.
You gotta buy her a rose, compliment her on her clothes
Indigo was still adjusting to a life without murder and coldness at every turn, and Claire helped tremendously. She would be there to tell Indigo that they weren't in L.A. anymore, that an assassin wasn't right behind her, that it was okay. Indigo couldn't thank her enough.
Say that you appreciate she's smart
Claire knew what to do, always. If Indigo was rapidly moving, then Claire would talk to her about random, meaningless things, until Indigo refocused on the real world. If Indigo confused reality with L.A., Then Claire would do everything in her power to drop hints that that was in the past.
And that's the way you get to her heart
Indigo wanted to repay her for everything she had done, for every memory she had helped Indigo through.
And there are voices in my ear
Indigo heard the shots and screams, shouts and whispers when she had a moment to think. The shots of guns fired, screams of civilians making their last sound, shouts of her teammates trying desperately to communicate with each other, and the whispers. The whispers of Admin in her ears, smooth and controlling, forcing her to doing the shooting and causing the screams, to murder and destroy without a single thought.
I guess these never disappear
But Indigo also hears the good voices, of Sebastian and James telling her that it's not her, and of Claire whispering to her that she loves her, no matter what.
I let 'em squeal and I will deal
But she wouldn't, no matter how hard she tried to push them to the darkest reaches of her mind. They squealed, and she dealt by screaming and destruction, exactly what she did when they were still there.
And I will make up my own mind
She was in total control of her actions now, but sometimes she needed to be reminded of this, needing prompting for a task, or someone telling her to go eat or sleep, or simple things like getting up from the table or shaking a hand.
Might still have voices in my head
Indigo might still hear the battle, but she's getting there.
But now, they're just the normal kind
Indigo heard the voices of Sebastian and James and Claire now, guiding her and giving her advice. Not controlling, but helpful.
Voices in my head, but now, they're the normal kind!
Indigo would get there. In time, the voice of the Admin, the screams and shots and yelling, would fade to a distant memory. Not today. But someday.
Yes, I took out some lyrics that I though didn't fit. Fight me. Credit to Joe Iconics for the lyrics.
