Is that really you?

He eyes her wearily as she spoke of being there and back again. Io… he was starting to see, needed someone to watch over her. Watching her now, he was starting to fret that she was in a place where she could slip away, and join the dead in the night. It made him want to clutch her tightly, even if that was not what she needed. How could he help her? There had to be a way. He couldn’t leave her like this!

“I imagine so.” He agreed softly. ‘I don’t realise a dip in the ocean. Yes, let's have a look around, shall we? I’m sure Art won’t mind.” Did he know how bad she was? She needed… Why hadn’t Roan come? The dead could walk. So why hadn’t Roan had come to her, and helped with the grief that blocked her mind?


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