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the future is healing.

a softness lingered in the brief flare of val’s soft smile.

he thought of not his own future, but that of his children. of the next generation of rusalkan-sapphiques.

he thought of this man’s future too. would an island feature in it? or would he bury that figurehead behind, like the past which grew ever lengthening behind him?

it’s not nothing. val kept from the waves, his secret heart fluttering to see panacea so fearlessly depart them. you find your anchor eventually. i’d like to think that, anyway. who are you, exactly?