DELPHIA
As he spoke, her lips curved into a slight oh shape, though no sound came from them. Perhaps he thought it a lecture, but it was instead a misunderstanding. It was not that spirits suffered when they remained, but that they would in spite of their suffering; the very human appreciation for martyrdom clear now in the intent of his words. "I see what you mean. My apologies for misunderstanding." she said with ease, a small smile on her lips still. "What you feel matters very much. I am grateful you explained it for me." she said, trying to encourage the communication.
She hummed quietly then, gazing out at the same horizon he saw in hopes it might give her answers to his pain. But as the words spilled from his lips, she began to piece together his suffering. "I see." she said gently. Slowly she lifted her fingers, gently wiping at the tears the rolled down his cheeks. "To lose such a love is a most terrible thing. But...tell me how it is you fail her? Or do not honor her?" Delphia asked. This woman was dead. She could no longer be failed or dishonored. Such was the state of death.
She hummed quietly then, gazing out at the same horizon he saw in hopes it might give her answers to his pain. But as the words spilled from his lips, she began to piece together his suffering. "I see." she said gently. Slowly she lifted her fingers, gently wiping at the tears the rolled down his cheeks. "To lose such a love is a most terrible thing. But...tell me how it is you fail her? Or do not honor her?" Delphia asked. This woman was dead. She could no longer be failed or dishonored. Such was the state of death.
Death has nothing to do with going away
the sun sets and the moon sets
but they're not gone
