[It makes sense. It makes a terrible, horrible sense. She'd been in Deerington, in Trench, for so long. Nearly as long as he has - in the first, always as long in the second. And he understands.]
[How many people has he lost? How many people of his have been hurt?]
[Ruby was dying - he swallows. A flash of a black sea, of a retreating back. Of a ghost screaming over a yawning black pit. The horrible, consuming loss that swirled around him every time. The monster that emerged afterward. He has to take a breath.]
Ange, I understand. I do - but... this. Is this what Ruby would want you to do?
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[It makes sense. It makes a terrible, horrible sense. She'd been in Deerington, in Trench, for so long. Nearly as long as he has - in the first, always as long in the second. And he understands.]
[How many people has he lost? How many people of his have been hurt?]
[Ruby was dying - he swallows. A flash of a black sea, of a retreating back. Of a ghost screaming over a yawning black pit. The horrible, consuming loss that swirled around him every time. The monster that emerged afterward. He has to take a breath.]
Ange, I understand. I do - but... this. Is this what Ruby would want you to do?