[He exhales on another slow breath, his arms folded loosely over his knees. The rain is soothing, but it’s not enough to soothe everything. There are some things you can’t heal over, even with hundreds of years of time inbetween.
He brings up one of his hands, eventually, and rubs at the space between his eyes.]
…I need you t’dig me a hole. Next to the Lighthouse.
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He brings up one of his hands, eventually, and rubs at the space between his eyes.]
…I need you t’dig me a hole. Next to the Lighthouse.