[Ten thousand years? She's not familiar with years as a measurement of time, but ten thousand of anything is a very, very long time.
Her heart thunders in her chest. Ten thousand years would mean Zarkon is dead. So is she, long since turned to dust.]
I see.
[She swallows, eyes blinking rapidly before she straightens up. Death is inevitable. Time is inevitable. She gains nothing by being upset by what's to come; gains nothing by focusing on inevitability.]
I...am Honerva.
[Ten thousand years mean Alfor will be gone, too. Alfor and his young daughter...]
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Her heart thunders in her chest. Ten thousand years would mean Zarkon is dead. So is she, long since turned to dust.]
I see.
[She swallows, eyes blinking rapidly before she straightens up. Death is inevitable. Time is inevitable. She gains nothing by being upset by what's to come; gains nothing by focusing on inevitability.]
I...am Honerva.
[Ten thousand years mean Alfor will be gone, too. Alfor and his young daughter...]