'Usul, you're crying,' Chani murmured. 'Usul, my strength, do you give moisture to the dead? To whose dead?'
'To ones not yet dead,' he said.
'Then let them have their time of life,' she said.
He sensed through the drug fog how right she was, pulled her against him with savage pressure. 'Sihaya!' he said.
This moment is all we have before it's gone. Let it have its time of life. I will remember this passage.
— Jul 14, 2024 04:52AM
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