fighting the good fight with eggs and milk! (i_eggstir) wrote in we_coexist,
"My beautiful boy," Oswin sighed. She drank up the vision of him for as long as she could. Perhaps for once she could find herself dreaming about something pleasant tonight.
"One day you won't have to."
She closed her eyes, but instead of feeling sorry for herself she was remarkably calm, happy for him. The world, or The City in this case, would keep on turning.