Wapun Meadow the lambs were screaming

She does not hear him at first, her mind numb, muting the sounds around her; the world was incoherent, spotted, blurring... but his voice comes to her again, brings her to clarity. There would be two in this life that could do this; he, one, and the other yet unknown. She would often lose herself, but her father, her madman, was a man who could find her, pull her.
xxxxHer eyes are distant, but he speaks, and she hears. I could not, she echoes, her voice a wisp of air, so very thin and fragile, breaking at the thought that he might have. And then he speaks again, of his wish, and her weepy eyes lift, seeing. You do not have to, she whines. They could be together always. Life, and death. If I thought you dead, I would die. He had brought her life, somehow; was that not the way of things?