Why should he care about the estate,
when Tria had made it so unmistakably clear that it was no longer his home?
If she had cast him out because she did not want him,
because he was nothing but a problem for her, a burden,
then why should the Barnstream raid become his?
Why should he care,
if none of this really mattered
If he did not matter to him?
to Her?
There had been so much anxiety,
just moments ago.
But now, Yu was =All –CAl m=. . .
Yes, it was A RELIEF,
to know that his presence would not change the outcome,
that nothing he did mattered,
whether he left or stayed,
whether he lived or died.
Oh yes, it was SUCH . A . RELIEF.
That HE . DID . NOT . MATTER.
TO HIS OWN SHIRKA
OR ANYONE ELSE
And so Yu just sat.
In this tiny stone room with the tiny window that was not a window.
With his blanket and his passport and all his stuff on the floor.
With the ticking of the clock.
And with his thoughts. tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
a
voice
there
was
a
voice
it
reached
him
from
outside
not
the
guards
further
back
something
new
someone
from
the
mountain
not
whispers
not
screams
no
mountain
hum
no
resonant
droning
not
the faint
ritual
residue
that
clung
to
witchcraft
no
this
was
singing
actual singing
real singing
a single unbroken voice
steady and unstrained
it cut through storm and stone alike
arriving in his mind with unsettling clarity
one voice only
a song in Teh
Why should he care
about the estate,
when Tria had made it
so unmistakably clear
that it was
no longer his home?
If she had cast him out
because she did not
want him,
because he was nothing but a problem for her,
a burden,
then why should
the Barnstream raid
become his?
Why should he care,
if none of this really mattered
to him?
If he did not matter
to Her?
There had been
so much anxiety,
just moments ago.
But now,
Yu was =All –CAl m=. . .
Yes, it was A RELIEF,
to know that his presence would not change the outcome, that
nothing he did mattered,
whether he left or stayed,
whether he lived or died.
Oh yes, it was
SUCH . A .
RELIEF.
That HE . DID . NOT .
MATTER. TO HIS OWN SHIRKA
OR ANYONE ELSE
And so Yu just sat.
In this tiny stone room with the tiny window that was not a window.
With his blanket and his passport and all his stuff on the floor.
With the ticking of the clock.
And with his thoughts.
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
a
voice
there
was
a
voice
it
reached
him
from
outside
not
the
guards
further
back
something
new
someone
from
the
mountain
not
whispers
not
screams
no
mountain
hum
no
resonant
droning
not
the
faint
ritual
residue
that
clung
to
witchcraft
no
this
was
singing
actual singing
real singing
a single unbroken voice
steady and unstrained
it cut through
storm and stone alike
arriving in his mind
with unsettling clarity
one voice only
a song in Teh
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