[Oh, how he feels it. A deeply embedded ember, scorching his lungs with every breath. It resonates there, within his mind, echoes something back across the chasm that separates them— her own voice, maybe.]
(It is mine by -right-.)
[Defensively, his teeth are bared - make no mistake.]
no subject
(It is mine by -right-.)
[Defensively, his teeth are bared - make no mistake.]