2. Withdraw
I do nothing. I watch her fade.
Could this frail wraith that lies listlessly in the bed before us truly be our mother?
No. This empty, desolate shell of a body could not be our mother, one so full of laughter, so full of life. Though her body endures, she is dead. My father has failed her. I have failed her. Will we do nothing?
I do nothing. She will leave us.
She will depart in search of healing in a land that knows no death.
I want to take action, but what can I fight? Phantoms? Apparitions? Mere shadows of what were and portents of what will be? If unleashed, could my need for vengeance ever be sated, or would it consume me? What will I do?
I do nothing. My hope is lost.
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