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One day he would look back on this moment, and he would remember the smell of the ocean; the icy touch of fog cutting through his fur; green eyes like a storm brewing far out at sea. In the moment Panacea was aware of nothing but that his heart was suddenly and desperately in his throat. He'd heard that love at first sight was for fools. What about love at first words?

His eyes traced the dark features and then drifted down, studying the scar. If our scars are our past, He said softly, looking back up. Then I guess the future is healing.

Or maybe it's figuring out what comes after healing, Panacea stepped from the water, his decision made. But he couldn't help one last glance toward the islands. So far it seems like a whole lot of nothing.