Those blue eyes held the love of a person I no longer was, at least in my entirety. I was Sira Morgan and Sira di Sarc mashed into one person, yet not at all complete. In fact, I was even less complete than when I had been either one of them separately.

I sighed and looked away. The blue sea hidden beneath his gaze did more for me than he could ever know. They themselves were a quick reassurance to quell my worry, self-imposed or not. But in reality, his eyes really were just a shiny book cover with the real treasure residing inside. The comfortableness of mindspeech and the fluidness of it all was an experience hard enough to describe to Morgan as well as myself. One could understand and give or receive emotions, sometimes true, even if they were not meant to be "overheard." For each of us, the other's mind was a sanctuary where we both could feel safe and comforted by the other.

Concern, love, passion, worry, all for me. He said he loved me and that he wanted me to stay with him forever. I want to do the same. As he cradled me on Acranam, stroking my hair softly, I realized that I couldn't live without him; there was not that option. It must then be true that I live to die. I live, but die of the desperate loneliness of not being by Morgan's side, or die trying to live too close to him. I must keep him safe by distance. Either way...I lose something.