““You’ve been alive for so long, lived through so much, lost so many. Does it ever get any easier? Losing those that you love? Outliving everyone?” The waves pulsed forth upon the beach below, suddenly without sound. A gull flew over them, opening its mouth wide as though screeching loudly, but no sound issued forth. Nachal turned red, gritty eyes to the cause. Cerralys’s eyes were glowing. Twin beams of pure light. Tears shimmered. “No,” came the soft voice. “It never gets easier.” “I thought time healed all wounds,” Nachal murmured as he rubbed his cheek dry. Cerralys gave a wry, strangled laugh. “No,” he said. “It doesn’t.””
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