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Date: 2021-05-22 02:39 pm (UTC)"I don't know," he says, finally, after several seconds of watching the water ripple slightly.
Doesn't know if he wants to. Doesn't know if he can. How to describe how it felt to climb that mountain in the dark behind Ayo, the other Dora having stayed at the bottom of the path? To sit, waiting in an agony of fear and suppressed hope, watching the fire spark?
To hear the first word uttered in that soft, implacable voice?