100 - [Voice]
My lord - my love - he is...
[She pauses. Swallows, takes a breath, and somehow, composes herself. Her voice still has that hollow ring of grief, of loss.]
He is gone.
[And again, a pause. She begins to speak again, finds her voice too rough, and stops, pausing.]
There are others, too. I feel it. I know it...
All those dreams, all those warnings, and I.. was so fool as to...
[Bordering on angry now.]
Wishful thinking. Wishful, ridiculous thinking.
[She wills it away, and sighs softly before speaking up again, clear and firm.]
Well, what needs done?
[She pauses. Swallows, takes a breath, and somehow, composes herself. Her voice still has that hollow ring of grief, of loss.]
He is gone.
[And again, a pause. She begins to speak again, finds her voice too rough, and stops, pausing.]
There are others, too. I feel it. I know it...
All those dreams, all those warnings, and I.. was so fool as to...
[Bordering on angry now.]
Wishful thinking. Wishful, ridiculous thinking.
[She wills it away, and sighs softly before speaking up again, clear and firm.]
Well, what needs done?