[They are constants. For all their struggles, for all their uncertainties before and after the Tear... they have become a constant. Even in death, they had been together, and it had been the consolation, unexpected as it had been, to their fate.
This? Is right. The months before Rosalind came? Entirely wrong. Everything had been off, been missing half. And now that was righted.]
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This? Is right. The months before Rosalind came? Entirely wrong. Everything had been off, been missing half. And now that was righted.]
Not too debilitating, at least.
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[She regards him with a faint lift of her eyebrows.]
You have been sleeping for longer than I have, after all. Is it still-?
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[But now he has a host of nightmares. Things he hasn't yet told her about, just like he's been protecting Elizabeth from information...]
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[Giving a thoughtful little sigh, she stretches out beside him again, head pillowed on her arm.]
After crossing so many worlds . . .