[The connection should be clear enough. After all, they are bound to one another like molecules, like air, like— so much more than anything that bears a physical existence within the universe itself. Instead it's muddied static, howling for the phantom pain of a lost limb that no longer exists, punctuated by disjointed glimpses of memories and music, the salt-tang of blood, the way Ilde's voice carries somewhere behind him. Behind them.
okay take II and let's pray my phone doesn't eat this tag as well.....
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