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What is this?

There are no paths anymore.

There are no

Colors.

There is burning.

Dying.

There was everything.

But now there is nothing.

;;

What paths does she follow?

She doesn't

Know.

It feels like

A dream.

But Ezra says it isn't.

And he is all she has left

To believe in.

;;

What holds them back to the world?

Life?

But what holds them to life?

Are there tethers?

Are they people?

Are they the passing things in between her tears?

Is it the ocean between all of them?

;;

Maybe they will get better. Maybe, maybe even though she can't feel it, the colors of time will lighten. She sees it in Zeb, in Hera. She sees it in all those unspoken things, through the blanket of dark that has pulled them all closer. She sees it in Ezra's arm around her shoulders, in choppers jokes.

It is like this: if they are holding her hands, she can reach anything.

;;

But she can't.

She can't reach the stars, or the sky, or the wind. She can't reach the colors that she used to be, that everyone used to be.

She was so blind.

She searched for everything even though it was right there, before her.

;;

There are no words.

She sees him, and he reaches for the stars too. Maybe this silence will be enough.

And as she leaves, as she always leaves, he catches hold of her, hugs her.

Thank you.

She doesn't ask why.

;;

"Hera," Sabine takes her hand. "We gotta go."

"Sabine."

Hera looks up at her. Cups her face between her hands.

"Stop being so strong."

"What?"

Sabine feels like something is hanging in her chest- fraying ropes, fingers without grip. She kneels down.

"You can be sad."

"Sad? I am sad."

Sabine is drowning.

"You don't have to carry it all."

Everything is so blurry.

"What are you talking about?"

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