Weaver of Shadows
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“We will. Hopefully they will believe it.”
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“I can’t just leave my body, they’ll know. So I have to really die. You’ll need to make or find me a body that I can reconnect to if you can. I need to be burned, my body completely destroyed.”
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“I will try, but I can’t be completely certain what will change. As for how to get there, I…could die. It’s the easiest way, even for me.”
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“I don’t want to hurt for what I’ll lose if I don’t do something,” she said, wrapping an arm around him.
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“I…don’t know. My ties to things long gone, my memories? Stuff like that?”
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“I don’t think there is. Maybe we can just change the…insignificant parts of me?”
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“What else though?” He laughed. “I guess we are.” He stroked her hair, pulling her tighter with his other hand.
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“You’re right.” He sat up, keeping an arm around her. “If we made my spirit…not my spirit. I don’t know how it would change me.”
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“Not that I…maybe? It would hurt. It would change me.” “It helps me too.” He ran his hand down her arm.
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“No, it’s fine…” he blushed. “More than fine. I could stay here forever too.”
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“Only if you want to.”
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“I don’t think so.”
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“I…I can. Thank you.” He seemed to be on the edge of saying something more. ”I think it’s my spirit. They don’t know about limbo so they assumed I died.”
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“I…they couldn’t find me in limbo.” “I shouldn’t be happy. Not after…”
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“I am open to suggestions. I’ve thought about this for a long time, before the curse.” - - - “I feel…amazing. But I shouldn’t. It’s not right.”
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“We don’t have a choice. Well, I don’t.”
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“As you wish.”
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Daniel moved his hand onto hers. “How are you feeling?” - - - @The Aspiring Archivist
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- - - Daniel woke, and strangely found his hand in Rex’s hair. She was asleep in his arms, and he made sure not to make no motion that could wake her, other than running his hand through her hair again.
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“Is there anything else you need me for?” Helda asked into the darkness. He stirred, seeming to be on the brink of waking. He stroked a hand through her hair, then fell back into a deep sleep.
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He was still sound asleep, his hair messy from Rex playing with it. Helda’s expression and tone were both monotone.
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“I understand, and I hope he does.”
