Our spirits become something more. The wind, the water. The whales. I think I’d like to be a whale.” Hale shook his head. “You’re not going to die.” “Hale.” She smiled sadly at him, lifting her hand to cup his cheek. A sob broke from his lips. “I’ll follow you,” he said. “I’d make a good whale.”
if you turned into a whale, the weight of your ego can finally take its true form
