[He had lost the ability to count how many times he has been told “no” since he clawed his way out of the soil in the roots of that giant Tree. He has been been told this information about the fact that the so-called “shard-bearers”, (a word that now supposedly included himself) woke up there and no other place. But he cannot give up the fear of hope that the girl he sought had arrived before him. It could not have been too far before, because the citizens of this place…
None of them were Infected. The trees did not wear bones and tattered clothing of the people they’d once been. But perhaps… if he had missed her by mere minutes, an hour…
He is silent, and in that silence there is not even a hint of breath.]
What do you mean, a “different way”?
[And when he does finally speak, his fingers still gripping the railing to contain the urge to touch that strange feeling in his chest, there is no sign of movement, not from a jaw or a mouth or a throat.]
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None of them were Infected. The trees did not wear bones and tattered clothing of the people they’d once been. But perhaps… if he had missed her by mere minutes, an hour…
He is silent, and in that silence there is not even a hint of breath.]
What do you mean, a “different way”?
[And when he does finally speak, his fingers still gripping the railing to contain the urge to touch that strange feeling in his chest, there is no sign of movement, not from a jaw or a mouth or a throat.]