You are determined, exhausted, frantic, focused.
There is regret and apology in your voice and on your tongue as it stumbles over the harsh, foreign sounds, but your eyes disagree--they emanate relief. Yes, the great thief is weak. Yet I do not bother stopping you. Perhaps I am weak as well. I don't believe I could truly stop you, anyway.
So I let the feathers encase our bodies, I let our souls entwine. Soon the world is completely veiled from us.
For the second time, I am truly happy.