Darras does not look away from the sea. He keeps his eyes fixed on it, on that endless line of the horizon, the boundless possibility of that escape. The wind sifts over the water, and the waves crash at the shore, and the sun keeps setting so that it will rise tomorrow.
"Why won't we," he says, eventually. Tightly. Without looking at her. "Why won't we go back for that."
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Date: 2021-11-16 01:05 am (UTC)"Why won't we," he says, eventually. Tightly. Without looking at her. "Why won't we go back for that."