[ Elda's fingers brush over her lips. ... She can still feel it, niggling in the corner of her mind. She can still...
Her throat is thick. It shows in her voice, as if she wanted to cry, but refused to do so. She did, after all, manage to smile somberly and say that last bit in an even tone. ]
I don't intend to die. I'm going to be there and meet my dear little grandson Ren's great-grandchildren.
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Her throat is thick. It shows in her voice, as if she wanted to cry, but refused to do so. She did, after all, manage to smile somberly and say that last bit in an even tone. ]
I don't intend to die. I'm going to be there and meet my dear little grandson Ren's great-grandchildren.