Aldana Candi's voice was so gentle, yet so peaceful.
If a person's heart is broken, it can still be mended; but if the heart dies, how can it be brought back to life?
She had given up, lost all hope, and accepted the future Philip Shaw had laid out for her.
Norris Moore felt so sad he wanted to cry.
Why did she have to live so painfully after enduring all of this?
"Aldana, don't talk like that," she sobbed, "we still have a chance, I will find a way to get you out."
She didn't want Aldana Candi to assign her tasks in a way that felt like last words, as if they'd never see each other again. With the future still so long and herself so young, how could she just resign herself to this fate?
"Norris, I'm sorry," came Aldana Candi's low voice, "I can't keep going. ... I'm truly, exhausted."
It wasn't that she hadn't struggled, trying to break free from the past, from those pitiful destinies.
But this time, she truly couldn't handle it anymore.
