[It's true that she'd left her mark in every piece of technology grafted to his body and that he would carry her work with him for the rest of his life... but he knows that's not what she would have implied. There are less tangible memories, ones that, while painful, still held a flicker of light in the darkness. He couldn't so easily discard them, or her.
Standing on the riverbank with her, he feels a peace he hadn't expected to find outside of the monastery: a stillness of the spirit found in the flicker of moonlight on the water and the gentle soul at his side. He frees an arm from the folds of his cloak and slides it around her shoulders.]
I didn't know if you would write back, but I had hoped. I missed you.
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Standing on the riverbank with her, he feels a peace he hadn't expected to find outside of the monastery: a stillness of the spirit found in the flicker of moonlight on the water and the gentle soul at his side. He frees an arm from the folds of his cloak and slides it around her shoulders.]
I didn't know if you would write back, but I had hoped. I missed you.