[She's also quiet and the lightness of their footsteps against cement is the only sound that can be heard. Although silence could be a blessing, it's making her recall the past several days events and that included the haunting dream of Diarmuid's...
No. She can't let that bother her again. (But it does, it lingers like the fog around them.)
Even though those moments were painful, it would become another memory. It would join the other ones, including the day they first met and... For everything they've been through so far, Ai Thao could honestly tell herself that these were the most precious moments that she's had in years. She and Lien had been able to bond a little more as sisters. The young Master found herself overcoming obstacles in this War and growing, if only somewhat.
Would it still be too selfish to think of this man next to her as friend? The first night as Master and Servant, she acknowledged the thought as childish, but had some hope. Days had past and they were still connected.
As she mulls over those thoughts, as she so often does, another song escapes her lips. It's light, wishful, a reflection of words she can't directly say...]
When I'm gone, when I'm gone, You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You're gonna miss me by my walk, you're gonna miss by my talk, You're gonna miss me when I'm gone...
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No. She can't let that bother her again. (But it does, it lingers like the fog around them.)
Even though those moments were painful, it would become another memory. It would join the other ones, including the day they first met and... For everything they've been through so far, Ai Thao could honestly tell herself that these were the most precious moments that she's had in years. She and Lien had been able to bond a little more as sisters. The young Master found herself overcoming obstacles in this War and growing, if only somewhat.
Would it still be too selfish to think of this man next to her as friend? The first night as Master and Servant, she acknowledged the thought as childish, but had some hope. Days had past and they were still connected.
As she mulls over those thoughts, as she so often does, another song escapes her lips. It's light, wishful, a reflection of words she can't directly say...]
When I'm gone, when I'm gone,
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You're gonna miss me by my walk, you're gonna miss by my talk,
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone...