~...Neither, my poet. Both. My first life ended at the hands of an angry mob, a story I've not told you and don't wish to. What I fear, even if I tell myself that it is absurd to contemplate, is that you grow weary of me and gut me like a fish. Just a whisper and my fate is sealed. I do not ask for your reassurances.~
Grace swims away, to another display close by. Some distance, some privacy.
~I told you before. To be heard is to be truly strong. You are not merely heard; you are heeded. Do you understand?~
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Grace swims away, to another display close by. Some distance, some privacy.
~I told you before. To be heard is to be truly strong. You are not merely heard; you are heeded. Do you understand?~