He wonders how true that is, for either of them. Once upon a time, he thinks, he used to be terrified of ships and their innards of flesh and wire and how they could drain everything from a troll. How he knew that, one day, they'd reach for him and he'd never be able to get free from them.
And then it happened. And he couldn't be afraid of 'when' it would happen, because it was done, and that was that.
That's around the time he stopped giving a fuck.
Carefully, he presses one finger against Otoha's temple.
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He wonders how true that is, for either of them. Once upon a time, he thinks, he used to be terrified of ships and their innards of flesh and wire and how they could drain everything from a troll. How he knew that, one day, they'd reach for him and he'd never be able to get free from them.
And then it happened. And he couldn't be afraid of 'when' it would happen, because it was done, and that was that.
That's around the time he stopped giving a fuck.
Carefully, he presses one finger against Otoha's temple.