“It will take time, but you’ll build another version of that future, Serel.” He looked at me over his shoulder and gave me a wry, sad smile. “Would you?” No. Of course the answer was no. If Tisaanah was gone, my future would be too. A simple truth. I was quiet. I had no more platitudes to offer Serel. No more comfort. “It’s alright,” he said, quietly, turning back to the window. “The dream was worth it.”
