He turns upon the bed, suddenly but not quickly, and as he twists to look back at Isaac his nearer hand reaches around—and it's empty, appearing only to settle on the blanket. Silence as his eyes move from one miserable detail to the next, observant and emotionless. Inquisitive, too, as though from a distance much greater than the steps it would take to bring them together.]
It's more than that.
[A voice not his own, not his, but hers: Do something, Lea.
It feels so fragile in his hands. He mustn't repeat his mistake.]
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He turns upon the bed, suddenly but not quickly, and as he twists to look back at Isaac his nearer hand reaches around—and it's empty, appearing only to settle on the blanket. Silence as his eyes move from one miserable detail to the next, observant and emotionless. Inquisitive, too, as though from a distance much greater than the steps it would take to bring them together.]
It's more than that.
[A voice not his own, not his, but hers: Do something, Lea.
It feels so fragile in his hands. He mustn't repeat his mistake.]
What was the monster you gave to him?