[ it frightens her, seeing him like this. she tightens her fingers in his, holds on as if to keep him from slipping away. in all the time that she's known him, he has been unchanging, dependable as the constellations. and now he is weakening, withering like the plants by the window when she wasn apprentice and too caught up in the chatter of language to remember to water them. ]
There is nothing that is too much to ask. I would transcribe them a thousand times over.
[ it is putting to good use her gift. she can write them, and miesha can write them again, in other languages if necessary. between the two of them they should be able to manage to recreate the most precious of his texts and perhaps more. ]
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There is nothing that is too much to ask. I would transcribe them a thousand times over.
[ it is putting to good use her gift. she can write them, and miesha can write them again, in other languages if necessary. between the two of them they should be able to manage to recreate the most precious of his texts and perhaps more. ]