[ She remembers so faintly the dream the Void gave them, of how connected in that place of his home she had felt, even as she was there to break him from it.
Knowing now, as she did, how it felt, perhaps she was always cruel, to tear him from it. ]
It w's.... mm - most beautiful song I had ever heard. Was joy, and love, and always with us. It was... was awful. Every second of it was knives, scraping the inside of our mind, like knives... knives scraping against bone. But the inside of our skulls. Inside of ears. Like, like feeling your ears bleeding back into... into your... your head. I know - many, many songs. Songs for every day of the year. For good and bad. Can't... can't find that song again. 'S gone. Makes ... makes my teeth ache, 'so empty?
But... but I miss... I miss knowing myself, knowing my purpose.
( here's where he should reassure her: she can find her purpose without a song to remind her. he should, but he doesn't because he knows what it is to be that bereft, to suffer in that silence. )
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[ She remembers so faintly the dream the Void gave them, of how connected in that place of his home she had felt, even as she was there to break him from it.
Knowing now, as she did, how it felt, perhaps she was always cruel, to tear him from it. ]
It w's.... mm - most beautiful song I had ever heard. Was joy, and love, and always with us. It was... was awful. Every second of it was knives, scraping the inside of our mind, like knives... knives scraping against bone. But the inside of our skulls. Inside of ears. Like, like feeling your ears bleeding back into... into your... your head. I know - many, many songs. Songs for every day of the year. For good and bad. Can't... can't find that song again. 'S gone. Makes ... makes my teeth ache, 'so empty?
But... but I miss... I miss knowing myself, knowing my purpose.
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I'm sorry, Gilia.
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My... my people have a saying that life... life makes graveyards of us all. Surviving is how you... you bury them.