“That’s you?” she whispered. “Away from the one I love.” “For how long?” “As long as time itself.” She saw him rise to the cave wall and carve a symbol. Three wavy lines. “What’s that?” “Her hair.” “Why are you drawing it?” “To remember.” “She died?” “I wanted to perish, too.” “You really loved her?” “I would have given my life.” “Would you have taken it?” “No, child,” he said. “That is not ours to do.”
