and I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
He hates seeing the destruction.Was it worth it? he wants to ask, the sour words curled on his tongue, but he doesn't know who to ask them of. Wessex, their Queen? Mabel and Henry, natives to this land, haunted by the prototypes for centuries? Morgan, Nate, Kiada, Elide, who didn't even live here? Ezra and Mara, who died for it?
Was it worth it? All of this destruction—fire and death. Aamu slowly drifts into the gathering by the Wordsworth bookstore, remembering his brief visit just days before LongNight. It had been such a cozy place, and he'd finally got to heap affection on that fluffy cat. How had she fared?
At first he doesn't recognize Azrael, a teenager now instead of a child, and when he does he does a bit of a double-take. How did they grow so fast?
No matter; he nods to them all, finally focusing on Sam. "How's Mia?" he asks softly.
Aamu
