[ It is a reality that Nigel has had seventeen years to come to terms with and in that time he never once truly suffered because of it. No, not until now, with the City and its distance and its interruption. No father -- that was blessing -- but no mother, no Maraclea. And the final insult of it all, no Jack. To exist so long without purpose only to realize it just as it's stolen away.
Not quite loneliness, but something to akin to it. So Nigel doesn't bother correcting Rosella for the sake of semantics. ]
For a very long time there was only her. And it was enough.
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Not quite loneliness, but something to akin to it. So Nigel doesn't bother correcting Rosella for the sake of semantics. ]
For a very long time there was only her. And it was enough.