If there is any similarity between her and Ilias, then her assertion must be true. If her assessment of Ilias in the bath, the involuntary twitch of pain and the familiar scar gouged into his chest, then it is impossible that Leander has been replaced and whatever affection there has been supplanted. Derrica hooks a chilly ankle around Leander's, quietly insistent.
"Some people they—"
The description doesn't come to her neatly. Everything that comes to mind sounds like a wound.
"They mean so much. They're part of you," she asserts, thoughts straying to people who have been dead and gone for years; she still feels their absence. She watches him a moment. "But that's not enough?"
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If there is any similarity between her and Ilias, then her assertion must be true. If her assessment of Ilias in the bath, the involuntary twitch of pain and the familiar scar gouged into his chest, then it is impossible that Leander has been replaced and whatever affection there has been supplanted. Derrica hooks a chilly ankle around Leander's, quietly insistent.
"Some people they—"
The description doesn't come to her neatly. Everything that comes to mind sounds like a wound.
"They mean so much. They're part of you," she asserts, thoughts straying to people who have been dead and gone for years; she still feels their absence. She watches him a moment. "But that's not enough?"