Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
The contact was welcome. Grounded her, more than the ground ever could. As long as she felt him there, this was real. Maea let her head slump down to rest on his shoulder, and closed her eyes. Real. In the flesh. She was... still alive. She shied away from delving into what she really felt about that. It could wait.
"The Voice," she mumbled, like it explained everything. And in a way it did. "She... opened a way back. And I - well. I thought I had reason enough to take any chance I could." The bitterness was automatic by now, laced through her tone even without the wry twist of the mouth. She had been wrong.
"What of you? Where... were you?" She had missed him.
"The Voice," she mumbled, like it explained everything. And in a way it did. "She... opened a way back. And I - well. I thought I had reason enough to take any chance I could." The bitterness was automatic by now, laced through her tone even without the wry twist of the mouth. She had been wrong.
"What of you? Where... were you?" She had missed him.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
