Vem watches the commotion going on around the pained man from before and laughs, catching his eye and staring a long time. Then she stands up and walks over to his position at the table standing behind him, before putting her arms around his neck and whispering into his ear.
"Your hands shake and your gait is slow, does the pain of death not suit you? How interesting you are broken thing."
Vem's fingers cold as ice, trace along the man's arms.
"I remember you now broken thing, so prideful, so eager. The ocean robbed you of much, oh yes. And it is to there we will return again, the shadow of death looms over us. Do not worry broken thing, beneath the tides and among the rocks will always be our home. Remember that to feel pain is to be alive; then look upon the smiling faces of those around you, and rejoice broken thing, that you dreamed beautifully as I did."
Vem laughs softly, her hands finding the man's tea cup where it freezes to solid.
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