To Touch the Sky (гет)

In the distance, a man, a monster, a monolith. His soul, crumpled, reformed, incomplete.
In the foreground, a girl, a bright eyed, sharp-elbowed walking prophecy. Her fate was a muddled, messy thing.
A man smiled, sharp edged.
Here, the girl’s gasp, here, his hand on her throat, here, the intersection of two souls in two bodies.