That the dead might walk among the living is news to River and it shows on her face, a shocked expression that's torn between amazement and an ounce of horror. The dead still speak, she thinks, in the memories they leave behind, but to create new memories? To live again, an ending with a new beginning - can magic really be so powerful?
For those with nothing to return to, only misery or the final curtain on a story with more to tell, perhaps this is limbo, a sanctuary of sorts. She wonders if it's a prison for others, those with things they would return to in a heartbeat if given the chance.
She doesn't know where she falls on that spectrum yet.
"My brother," she says quietly. "He's missing. A missing factor. He's home. The rest of my sphere is... questionable."
To say the least. But whether it's here or there, she is lost without Simon. Would it be an easier decision to make, if he were here? She can only wonder, if Abraxas is a prison or a sanctuary.
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For those with nothing to return to, only misery or the final curtain on a story with more to tell, perhaps this is limbo, a sanctuary of sorts. She wonders if it's a prison for others, those with things they would return to in a heartbeat if given the chance.
She doesn't know where she falls on that spectrum yet.
"My brother," she says quietly. "He's missing. A missing factor. He's home. The rest of my sphere is... questionable."
To say the least. But whether it's here or there, she is lost without Simon. Would it be an easier decision to make, if he were here? She can only wonder, if Abraxas is a prison or a sanctuary.