pour one out for our ghosts

and I loved you so much it was making me sick

The secret isn’t really his words, in the end; it’s more the sentiment behind them. That Zephyr is capable of being cruel for the sake of being cruel - that’s the real secret. Vai pauses, confused at first, until the meaning behind his slurred sentiments break through, and suddenly the caress against her thigh feels like a blade. ”More fool me for letting you,” she says curtly in response, picking up the half full bottle of whisky and throwing it in a wide arc into the churning sea below them.

”No to worry, though. It won’t be a mistake that I make again, and so you’ll have no more regrets after tonight. Not about me, anyway.” It’s strange, the way her hand stays in his, the way she doesn’t leave. If it weren’t for the guilt of a conscience, she probably would. ”Do us both a favour?” she asks. ”Shut up now until you’re sober.”