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…