The beast waits for me-the man waits for me. We must reach out to each other. To touch, to give proof to both of us that we are not alone. Is this what awaits us? The cage of ribs, the prison, must be broken from the outside. Daughter, you may have forsaken me. But this man, this brother of mine, him I shall not forsake. She could not be entirely sure, but she believed that she started crawling once more. The beast howled in her mind, a voice raw with agony. She would have to free it, if she could. Such was pity’s demand. Not love. Ah, now I see … Thus.
