it's just that i fell in love with a war

Yes-- [The shock and the joy should be as oil and water--as flesh and hard crystal. But here they mingle together in the harmony of a single breath. It must be fuzzy, from such a distance, and the static doesn't carry the warmth of his mouth.] Yes?

[Hope is a precipice. Hope is the tip of a cliff whose root is battered by the day. Some days, in bad weather, one extra puff of wind could push a man past its edge. But, today, G'raha Tia has a light foot.]

Hello? Here. I am here.