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“
To
ones
not
yet
dead
,
”
he
said
.
“
Then
let
them
have
their
time
of
life
,
”
she
said
.
He
sensed
through
the
drug
fog
how
right
she
was
,
pulled
her
against
him
with
savage
pressure
.
“
Sihaya
!
”
he
said
.
She
put
a
palm
against
his
cheek
,
“
I
’
m
no
longer
afraid
,
Usul
.
Look
at
me
.
I
see
what
you
see
when
you
hold
me
thus
.
”
“
What
do
you
see
?
”
he
demanded
.
“
I
see
us
giving
love
to
each
other
in
a
time
of
quiet
between
storms
.
It
’
s
what
we
were
meant
to
do
.
”
The
drug
had
him
again
and
he
thought
:
So
many
times
you
’
ve
given
me
comfort
and
forgetfulness
He
felt
anew
the
hyperillumination
with
its
high
-
relief
imagery
of
time
,
sensed
his
future
becoming
memories
—
the
tender
indignities
of
physical
love
,
the
sharing
and
communion
of
selves
,
the
softness
and
the
violence
.
“
You
’
re
the
strong
one
,
Chani
,
”
he
muttered
.
“
Stay
with
me
.
”
“
Always
,
”
she
said
,
and
kissed
his
cheek
.
