[She repeats it, like saying it again will make it clearer to him. Will make him come up with a memory he so clearly doesn't have. She touches her throat with bloody fingers--that--and nods, slowly. He's sorry. That counts for something.]
It was a curved blade. I don't remember what it was for, originally. Not a hunting knife. A kitchen knife. Or a gardening tool? I don't know.
It did this-- [She touches her throat again.] --and it . . .
[Her voice trails off into nothing very much as she reaches out to point at his stomach.]
It got you, too.
[When they first met here, Will thought she was a ghost. Now, pale and trembling and pointing at the lethal wound she saw but isn't there anymore, she really looks like one.]
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[She repeats it, like saying it again will make it clearer to him. Will make him come up with a memory he so clearly doesn't have. She touches her throat with bloody fingers--that--and nods, slowly. He's sorry. That counts for something.]
It was a curved blade. I don't remember what it was for, originally. Not a hunting knife. A kitchen knife. Or a gardening tool? I don't know.
It did this-- [She touches her throat again.] --and it . . .
[Her voice trails off into nothing very much as she reaches out to point at his stomach.]
It got you, too.
[When they first met here, Will thought she was a ghost. Now, pale and trembling and pointing at the lethal wound she saw but isn't there anymore, she really looks like one.]