Emilia does not forsake their task for the day, gathering what edible berries and mushrooms she finds as they make sense of these coordinates together. A wisp of rue touches her lips, a weighted sorrow burrowing in her chest. ) As do I. I searched for him. For him and Lily both.
( Her cold determination to reach the depths of the volcano meant she missed a great deal, including their departures. It was important, and she could have done nothing else. But she does regret not getting to see them one last time. )
It's the not knowing. ( The lack of certainty or closure. It gnaws at the bone. )
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Emilia does not forsake their task for the day, gathering what edible berries and mushrooms she finds as they make sense of these coordinates together. A wisp of rue touches her lips, a weighted sorrow burrowing in her chest. ) As do I. I searched for him. For him and Lily both.
( Her cold determination to reach the depths of the volcano meant she missed a great deal, including their departures. It was important, and she could have done nothing else. But she does regret not getting to see them one last time. )
It's the not knowing. ( The lack of certainty or closure. It gnaws at the bone. )