Feb 25, 2020 7:27 pm
Swan walks a ways away and looks back. His hands twitch for a pipe or a bottle or one of those back alley drugs that seemed so popular to the ruffians he recalls from his childhood in Rhamia. Anything to take away the ache. What did we just do? The enormity of it cripples him.
He whispers into the idle air: "The shrine is gone, a tree in its place. What else changed? Was it confined to this bubble of time?"
He scratches his head. "Jassin had a destiny. Maybe it was dark. Did he save anyone in the war before he died? What happened to them? What did we just do?"
He pulls his letter out. The last letter from his parents. That wildly improbable, unexpected message. "What else changed?" He doesn't read it.
He whispers into the idle air: "The shrine is gone, a tree in its place. What else changed? Was it confined to this bubble of time?"
He scratches his head. "Jassin had a destiny. Maybe it was dark. Did he save anyone in the war before he died? What happened to them? What did we just do?"
He pulls his letter out. The last letter from his parents. That wildly improbable, unexpected message. "What else changed?" He doesn't read it.