Sleep.
Fil watched as Jackson slowly closed his eyes until his breaths deepened. Her eyes softened, caressing his lean cheek with only her fingertips. They had been talking all night until the dark sky turned blue.
For them, for Jackson, not sleeping shouldn't be a problem.
"Are you sure you don't want him to be a part of this conversation, Filomena?"
Suddenly, another man's voice was heard in the ward. Fil didn't look at the person, who suddenly appeared in the ward right after she put Jackson into a peaceful slumber. She already figured out who it was just by the sound of his voice.
"Alamo, was I wrong to take him with me?" she asked, eyes still on Jackson's face.
Alamo casually sat on the couch. "You made him your vessel. You've done the worst thing you could do to him. But if you asked me not to heed his request for an eternal rest, then you're simply cruel."
