For now, your journey continues.

( Your course turned strange in the night )

Only a handful of silver.

( She slips past your reach to escape behind the wheelhouse )

A dream. One that hungers.

( You go still. )

A pistol, stained by blood.

( She twirls it, roguish, and slips it through her belt. )

A flash of viric brightens the water,

( and as it fades, you see the gleam of golden eyes )

You understood him.

( You’ve known the teeth of hunger, too. )

You betrayed him.

( You made him yours. )

You loved him.

( Not as a brother, you loved him )

A cold light burns beneath the zee.

( A cold light burns beneath the zee. )

You'd tell her: live.

( She wouldn’t listen. )

You'd see her again.

( You will not, in any real place. )

You would avenge her.

( Those aren’t dreams for anyone who wants to live )

You watched her fall.

( Her doom descended on arcing wings, and she died with no vows broken. )

The zee is still and very quiet.

( The zee is still and very quiet. )