[For what seems to be a long time, Oren remains silent as if the question did not really reach him although in his eyes, one could see that he was thinking very deeply. And he's remembering.
She felt so weightless as her blood created a pool beneath her.
Her flesh was so fragile and he was beginning to see the light go out of her eyes.
This shouldn't have been any different. He and Berna had seen so many lights like Iona's go out in an instant, a moment that flows by quickly like a rushing river. But for the first time in many years, this moment slows down, painfully, fearfully, aggravatingly because this WAS different.
And although it would take him long time to admit this to her, in that moment he plunges his hand into his chest to reach his inner being, he wasn't thinking and he wasn't thinking about Berna.
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She felt so weightless as her blood created a pool beneath her.
Her flesh was so fragile and he was beginning to see the light go out of her eyes.
This shouldn't have been any different. He and Berna had seen so many lights like Iona's go out in an instant, a moment that flows by quickly like a rushing river. But for the first time in many years, this moment slows down, painfully, fearfully, aggravatingly because this WAS different.
And although it would take him long time to admit this to her, in that moment he plunges his hand into his chest to reach his inner being, he wasn't thinking and he wasn't thinking about Berna.
He did it for her.
And thus, Oren replies.]
Doesn't have to ask.