En cours de chargement...
"You're worried about him, aren't you?"Williams didn't turn around. "Yeah. I guess I am." He exhaled cigar smoke. "It's not like him to be so .""Morose?""Yeah. I guess that's it. You know, he's been at that pond almost since we got here . just drinking and staring . completely oblivious. Remember how I told you that neither of us could recall our previous lives? Well, maybe he's recalling ." He paused, struggling to find the right words.
"A different state of being. A different incarnation. I think he was a man once. A man who lived for a very long time.""A lonely man, then .""Yes. Sort of a last man standing. And I think when we met . he rediscovered something he'd been missing for a long time.""Friendship. Someone to talk to, " she said."More than that. A reason to live. I-I've felt it myself. All those weeks, months, spent walking alone.
I told you about Tanelorn. Well that was what we called our reason to live . our reason for putting one foot in front of the other. Because without that .""'Gazelle Theory, '" she said."What?"She laughed a little. "Something my husband used to say. It means, 'move or die.'"He laughed a little himself. "That's good. 'Move or die.' Whether it's a physical death or an emotional one." He stared at Ank in the gloaming before another hand touched him, this time Luna.
"Is Ank all right?"