I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
[There's a mighty cry above them - hundreds of seabirds, as if out of nowhere, flying across the sky, casting the shadows of their freedom all across the water.]
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[A hand over her heart, then. Not their salute, but a promise all the same.]
Then I’ll find her.
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