dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe did not expect Jata’s response to her questions. Not even a little bit. Not even in her wildest dreams would she have possibly fathomed his response. That he did think about what life would have been like, that he did miss what they had missed out on; she didn’t know how to take it honestly. For a moment she just stared, but then bit her lip as she looked back down. Even in the darkness, the tears that rose in her eyes were likely obvious. ”I’m…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed.” she said quietly, pulling her hands back so she could wipe at her eyes. ”And for the record, I think you would be a very good father.” she added softly. That she had never doubted for a second. She simply shrugged at his apology. ”It isn’t your fault. Not anyone’s really, except my own…and the Voice.” she said, if a bit bitterly. She had miscarried Emmett’s child naturally. Jata’s…she likely would have carried to term were it not for the blight spread by the Voice.