“Just age,” he said. “The kind of death we fight for everyone to have, really. I just should have been with her. And our last words to each other shouldn’t have been a fight.” This guilt wasn’t a pang but an everlasting ache. Brasso’s recounting of Maarva’s message to him both soothed and deepened that. “I told her I was coming back but I didn’t make it.”
…the pang returned and he had to say, “I know we said not to, but I’m sorry, again, for what I said to you over Eadu. There’s no comparing.”
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“Just age,” he said. “The kind of death we fight for everyone to have, really. I just should have been with her. And our last words to each other shouldn’t have been a fight.” This guilt wasn’t a pang but an everlasting ache. Brasso’s recounting of Maarva’s message to him both soothed and deepened that. “I told her I was coming back but I didn’t make it.”
…the pang returned and he had to say, “I know we said not to, but I’m sorry, again, for what I said to you over Eadu. There’s no comparing.”