Yes, I still have a ward on you... [If that is you--
But his eyes fix on the dagger, the very familiar lines of it. He gave that to Billy. But if this is a dream, he'd know that, wouldn't he? How can he trust anything? Still, hesitantly, he reaches out to touch the dagger's hilt with the tip of his finger.
It sings.
He raises his gaze to Billy's, breath hitching, and whispers:] Why isn't it singing for Mother?
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But his eyes fix on the dagger, the very familiar lines of it. He gave that to Billy. But if this is a dream, he'd know that, wouldn't he? How can he trust anything? Still, hesitantly, he reaches out to touch the dagger's hilt with the tip of his finger.
It sings.
He raises his gaze to Billy's, breath hitching, and whispers:] Why isn't it singing for Mother?