[At her weak laugh, he turns his head just enough to glance at her from the corner of his eye, the implications of her lattermost statement sinking in. In a place like Luceti where unexplained and irresistible forces can restore a man dead in his time to life one day, and have him vanish forever the next, he has never understood the interest so many others have with marriage. With one missing then all was lost, and none of the light and warmth shared would be remembered when both drifted away without a trace, back from where they were taken. It all would be forgotten; rendered meaningless. Perhaps it’s a desperate effort for peace of mind, he thinks. A move to lay claim to someone in a grander way than what is accomplished with a few hushed words and kisses stolen behind a closed door before a shift or new arrivals threatened to throw it into question.
But what would he know of love and marriage? Hector was better equipped to make sense of it.]
‘twould seem ‘tis nearly all that the humans know to do in this place.
[Time's running short and it's all he intends to say on the subject.]
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But what would he know of love and marriage? Hector was better equipped to make sense of it.]
‘twould seem ‘tis nearly all that the humans know to do in this place.
[Time's running short and it's all he intends to say on the subject.]