( once himeka squeezes her hand back, wanda starts making their way down into the glade of trees. how often have they walked like this, together, into the unknown of the copse of trees in abraxas? many a times, certainly—

wanda's heart aches in realizing this might be the last time they get to do something like this. )

I'm sure she does.

( her answer to himeka's question is certain. )

And she deserves the certainty of me coming to her about it. ( not to remain as unsolved, unspoken. she finds the path that she usually walks towards the shrine that she's created for soris, way too many moons ago. ) I don't know that she would enjoy going to a world where gods aren't exactly revered.