Not as much as she would like, clearly, and Six breathes out. She thinks of Adrian, thinks of home, thinks of laying him to rest twice and then thinks of Adalia, waiting for her to return, and she purses her lips. She's on edge, but the spirit reaches for her, soothing and soft, gentle.
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Not as much as she would like, clearly, and Six breathes out. She thinks of Adrian, thinks of home, thinks of laying him to rest twice and then thinks of Adalia, waiting for her to return, and she purses her lips. She's on edge, but the spirit reaches for her, soothing and soft, gentle.
"But there are always more."