[Your heart is meant to say those things on its own. Their heart is weak and failing - can they still say a goodbye that someone will hear and translate and be able to understand? They have failed to bid proper goodbyes where they are owed. They may fail again. The nature of death robs one of the premonition of when a goodbye would be best. Even when it is an inevitability, death is...always sudden.]
[Sudden and inescapable.]
[The Drifter’s hand rests over their chest, briefly, before they can muster a response.]
no subject
[Sudden and inescapable.]
[The Drifter’s hand rests over their chest, briefly, before they can muster a response.]
how