Vi could only grumble an agreement with his counterpart, averting his eyes until the point where Mort drew him closer. He moulded against him as though they were two halves of one whole (and they were), a strong arm slipping around a slim waist to hold him.
"That is not the way though, Mort," he said softly, leaning into the touch and closing his eyes, weary. Life was hard, and Vi knew it more than all the lives in the world rolled into one.
"If I return them - even one of them - to this world, there is a broken cycle. A debt owed. It would throw things out of balance, and I will not stand for it." He sighed.
"That is not the way though, Mort," he said softly, leaning into the touch and closing his eyes, weary. Life was hard, and Vi knew it more than all the lives in the world rolled into one.
"If I return them - even one of them - to this world, there is a broken cycle. A debt owed. It would throw things out of balance, and I will not stand for it." He sighed.
VI
