9: Rand

As awareness comes back to me, I note that Cillian didn’t seem in the least bit ready to renounce warfare.

“Ash,” Tara sighs in her sleep.

“I’m here,” I reply.  She smiles, her sleep undisturbed.

Whatever so horrified me doesn’t seem to have affected her at all.

That’s good.  At least I think that’s good.  It’s good that Tara isn’t worried.  Maybe whatever happened wasn’t so bad.

I wish.

Maybe it’s something that’s going to happen.  Maybe it’s something she doesn’t know about.  In that case I have to warn her.  How can I warn her if I don’t know what’s going on?

Focus.  What did Cillian do?  I have to remember.  I’m trying so hard to remember.  Once again, déjà vu.  I remember trying to remember, dammit.  I remember…

Onward –>

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