[Sheila sits at her kitchen table, a cup of coffee and her day's sewing beside her. She's bought furniture with her earnings, and the table seems ancient but well-suited to the kitchen within her apartment in the Towers. It speaks of her ability to settle; Siren's Port is home now, as oddly screwed up as it is, and she's decided that she might do
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He was more than a friend to me.
[Quite a way for him to find out about her past.]
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Losing those closest is always the hardest blow...
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'Tis grievously sorry, when one cannot e'en say goodbye.
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I have ne're been able to explain it, the pull of love betwixt us.
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He and I wert...rather close.
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[If only for a day.]
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Are you going to be okay?
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Aye, I shall improve.
Do ye understand the feeling? To have lost a love ye were not sure you e'n possessed?
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Perhaps ye shall see her again.
[Sheila doubts she'll ever see Ash again. He'd never leave the chainsaw behind.]
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Did ye know him?
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Oh!
And now she recognizes him.]
I do thank thee for thy solicitousness. Tis still odd for me, to imagine a world without him.
[She had to do it before, but had always held hope, even when he'd rejected her in her own time.]
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