[She could insist on showing him: opening her hand to him and drawing him in, spreading the line drawn between them so he might feel the memory of that hum from Ilde's link to the nest. So he might understand the emptiness of the feeling, the dead weight of-- well, of death. She could give him all the tools to know if he asked. It would be a simple thing. She could be gentle with him if he wanted her to be.
Instead Cathaway simply says:]
It was Ilde.
[She doesn't bat an eyelash. The line between them is cold - a dead star.]
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Date: 2016-04-26 11:03 pm (UTC)Instead Cathaway simply says:]
It was Ilde.
[She doesn't bat an eyelash. The line between them is cold - a dead star.]