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
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You have not lost any, I hope.
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I'm...a poor substitute in all areas but one. If my blade can replace the one that was lost, then you can have it.
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