and I loved you so much it was making me sick
It was you, Vai wants to say, but she doesn't have the words for it. It had to be you, it sounded like you. We're at your house. How did we get to your house? The tears that sting in her blue eyes are not for herself, but for the man kneeling before her, tending to wounds that she's more and more convinced he must have put there himself. She loves Sunjata like her own son, and there's no room in Vai's heart for anger when it comes to that sort of love.
The same cannot be said, evidently, for Zephyr. Gasping in a breath at the rumbling voice that echoes through the stone walkways of the house, she has neither the time nor the faculties about her to stop what happens in the next crucial few seconds. "Wait--!" She just about manages that much, reaching out for both Sunjata and for Zeph as he moves closer. "It's not his fault-- he doesn't remember, Zeph--"
The same cannot be said, evidently, for Zephyr. Gasping in a breath at the rumbling voice that echoes through the stone walkways of the house, she has neither the time nor the faculties about her to stop what happens in the next crucial few seconds. "Wait--!" She just about manages that much, reaching out for both Sunjata and for Zeph as he moves closer. "It's not his fault-- he doesn't remember, Zeph--"
