The Sentinels on letting go

the joy he'd felt upon her question flooded him like a roaring wave. "yes, we believe that all comes from nature, and to nature all must return. balance, without it we are lost." even the deadwood surrounding them now was of perfect example. in death new life bloomed.

had he known his story had sent a shiver to her very bones, he might have opted not to tell it. he loved the sea, even in the wake of her destruction. "do you often build altars to appease nature?" he'd heard of shrines before, but it was not the way in which he practiced.