The Sentinels yours immortally

it was a shock to feel whatever it was that came between them, or from them--it was a charged energy, but not a true presence. but he did not disintegrate or disappear--he was still there! and he spoke, again, his gentle voice took from her every anxiety, every worry, she had endured. do not weep, she begged, i feel you near every day, father. i only hope that i am making you proud, she looked downward, unsure of herself, suddenly. what did he know? what could he see? had she done right by him? o! to wrong him was akin to a sin to the pale cub, who only wanted to keep alive what he had made for them, here!