and look for the stars as the sun goes down
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
"I... don't know if he is." Did Deimos want children of his own? Amalia realizes she'd never asked, only assumed because she did not that he must feel the same. It is another of the countless mistakes she has made in the course of of their marriage, another oversight she cannot amend. Shaking her head against those doubts, she grasps desperately at straws. "You said the Voice... made them? What... why?"
She wishes she could stay here, in this unexpectedly easier topic, but she's already betrayed herself and broken away. His denial only hurts that much more; Amalia winces at the panic in his voice, hating him for making her say it out loud.
"She's not coming back," the Shield whispers hollowly, not looking up from the back of the pew. "She... her soul is with Mort now. I'm so, so sorry."
She wishes she could stay here, in this unexpectedly easier topic, but she's already betrayed herself and broken away. His denial only hurts that much more; Amalia winces at the panic in his voice, hating him for making her say it out loud.
"She's not coming back," the Shield whispers hollowly, not looking up from the back of the pew. "She... her soul is with Mort now. I'm so, so sorry."
Amalia
