This is a long goodbye, yet not time enough. I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.

For indeed you have a choice. You can flee and hide, and wait to be found. You can live out your days in terror, without meaning. Or you can take the harder choice, and you can save them.

How can he do this? If you were mine, I would fight to keep you. I would die, before I let you go.

Even in that time of utter darkness, somewhere deep inside me the memory of love and goodness had stayed alive.

Stronger than iron crueler than death sweeter than springtime it lives beyond breath

The warmth of his embrace soaked into me, a powerful charm against the dark things.

More like some small, fierce bird of prey, something with a sharp bite. An owl perhaps, that speaks only when the rest of the world sleeps. Jenny will do well enough.