Slowly, the light fades. The outlines of the undersea carnage of the Gray Passage are nothing more than hazy glows left behind whenever I blink my eyes. But the light is not entirely gone. It clings to me. It is within me…it is…them. Thank you, I hear in the back of my mind. The words are little more than a butterfly’s wings. Brief and fleeting. Gone the moment you feel it. But…it almost sounded like Jivre.
