dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you She frowned slightly, but not in discouragement. No, this was remorse. But again she remained, even as he tried to hurt her with his words, none could get through. "I'm sorry about those things I did. It was cruel, even if it was because I was hurt and blighted still." she said, throwing in the last detail to remind him that just as out of his mind as he had been, so too had she. "If you want to hate me for it, I will go. But I hope we can both move passed something neither of us would have done under normal circumstances half a year ago." she said softly, watching his expression. What else can she say to it? What else was there to say? If he was going to hold her blighted self against her like Wessex did, there was nothing she could do.