[ and that doesn't even touch on the time that passed between when she left her tribe and found quỳnh. not even quỳnh's age has crossed that milestone of her long loneliness yet. ]

[ taking daisy's hand is easy, and she welcomes the comfort of it, giving it a small squeeze. she isn't alone, hopes she never will be again, but it doesn't erase what she already lived. ]

I'll never forget that sensation of waking up to immortality and feeling like a god. But I don't know if I'll ever shake off over three thousand years alone either.