[ He used a hand to adjust the hem of his robes, and moved to sit as well; at a respectful distance, the line of his body turned to face her.
He did not look... comfortable. The weariness on his face had become hardness, a resignation, like a man walking himself to a headsman or a torturer. Girding himself, and trying to feel nothing. ]
I have welcomed two dozen others, all like you. Who were once dead, and who hail from dead worlds, with most all they ever knew, or loved, or understood... all gone. There are many more beyond that number who suffered alike unto you.
Suspending disbelief for a moment, and accepting all of those statements as true: do you believe that, being here now, the sun will rise tomorrow and a new day will begin for you?
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He did not look... comfortable. The weariness on his face had become hardness, a resignation, like a man walking himself to a headsman or a torturer. Girding himself, and trying to feel nothing. ]
I have welcomed two dozen others, all like you. Who were once dead, and who hail from dead worlds, with most all they ever knew, or loved, or understood... all gone. There are many more beyond that number who suffered alike unto you.
Suspending disbelief for a moment, and accepting all of those statements as true: do you believe that, being here now, the sun will rise tomorrow and a new day will begin for you?