Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
The second time. It was the second time someone brushed off the weight of what she had done with the excuse that it was to save herself. It seemed that anything was permitted, if it was done in the name of survival. Her mouth tightened but she said nothing. Only extended her arm for Isla to examine, and turned her own eyes away from the mess of it. She couldn't stomach looking at her own internal workings - not now. Not when true breath and a beating heart had been exchanged for this mimicry; not when she wasn't even sure she truly wanted that promised eternity.
It didn't help at all to recall that Nephele had begged not to be saved. It still seemed like a poor trade.
"I buried her," she replied hoarsely. "Where it happened. If nothing has disturbed the place..." A light shrug; it ought to be there still. "Her name was Nephele. She - she wore Ludo's rags. I don't know if that will be a problem."
It didn't help at all to recall that Nephele had begged not to be saved. It still seemed like a poor trade.
"I buried her," she replied hoarsely. "Where it happened. If nothing has disturbed the place..." A light shrug; it ought to be there still. "Her name was Nephele. She - she wore Ludo's rags. I don't know if that will be a problem."
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
