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Phoebe bolted after a minuscule mental intermission—as if she hadn't fully realized that she was free. Rannoch watched as she ran, unsure of what to make of their brief interaction. He knew that persuing her would not benefit either of them and so once she was out of sight, he turned and resumed his post overlooking the landscape in the opposite direction. Although eccentric, Rannoch did not think much Phoebe's reaction; he was a stranger, after all. Rannoch could only hope that they'd have a much more meaningful exchange the next time that their paths crossed. 

Rannoch reverted to his previous thoughts then, sadly reminiscing of the friend he had left behind with a heartfelt sigh. Unable to display his grief to the rest of his collective family, Rannoch kept to himself as he thought of Terance. Although he knew that this move was for the best, Rannoch mourned for what he had to give up in the process. 

Rannoch only returned to his family when he felt that he had sufficiently navigated his feelings. He returned to them a much happier man, feeling as though he had suppressed a  considerable weight off of his heart. This wasn't to say that Rannoch's grief was done—he would seek such recesses in the coming day, navigating through his feelings on his own accord.
a crime so old as the sky and bone
he came untied, solid as a stone
all is almost lost and it starts to show
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