[From lips and fingertips, she flows through the cracks and chasms of his mind, pulled by the gravity wells Ruin carved, but the contact is like groundwater through bedrock, like the ocean flowing through the calcified skeleton-scaffolds of coral, symbiotic, sustaining, suffusing. He curls an arm up, rests his hand on one of hers, just - just to do it, warm and shaky, reaffirming, tailor's callouses instead of a soldier's. He is all ache and awe, grateful not to be alone in his head, even though hemalurgy and the loss of his last drift partner left him riven in different ways, even though it was done to him in this life.]
I'm glad it - was.
[Just that it was, all of it, that he had it for a while, that the life had him. He is not her husband and she is not his wife. But somewhere it was, and it was beautiful.]
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I'm glad it - was.
[Just that it was, all of it, that he had it for a while, that the life had him. He is not her husband and she is not his wife. But somewhere it was, and it was beautiful.]