[ He weeps for her, and he weeps for himself, and he weeps for all that he has lost. Her words fall on deaf ears, as he is himself turned inward. He shakes under his hands, and presses his cheek to her belly. ]
One last -- one last gift, then.
[ Love, he thinks, love, and he turns his head, opens his eyes, and traces a rune on the cloth before him. It sparks bright, and does not fade. ]
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One last -- one last gift, then.
[ Love, he thinks, love, and he turns his head, opens his eyes, and traces a rune on the cloth before him. It sparks bright, and does not fade. ]