She spoke as if in a dream, half-unaware of the words coming out her own mouth. “I feel sometimes it is so difficult to be conscious.” “I know,” said Peter. Such heavy feet. Like dragging rocks. “And I think anything would be easier. Anything at all.” “There’s time for that.” Peter grasped her by the elbow; firm, but gentle. His voice was soft. “It’ll always be waiting, Law. But we’ve got things to do.”
