“The world will say you were the sight he lacked, that where he could not see, you shared his night. That you stepped into the dark he could not leave, so he would not be alone within its sight.
They will say you steadied what would fall apart, and took the light, so he might stand upright.”
He pauses.
Satisfied with the shape.
“It will carry,” he says.
What is answered
She does not move.
Saubalātmajā hears it first.
“They will say I chose it.”
Suka inclines his head.
“And was it not the highest choice? To share what he could not escape?”
The bard watches.
He does not speak yet.
What is given
She speaks.
Measured.
Not resisting.
“To hold a house that does not see is not to close one’s eyes and be. It is to stand where sight would part, and keep the breaking from the heart.”
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