He fell silent. Shay wasn’t sure what to say, but he didn’t want Galenn to stop talking just yet. He liked his voice, the way it sounded when he was excited and certain.
“A shame so much was lost.”
Galenn sighed.
“Yes,” he said. He finished up and extended the seam-opener back to Shay. “But that’s how things are, isn’t it? One day everything we are will be like that, too.”
Shay brushed against his hand while accepting the tool back, wanting to leave it there, wanting to pull their gloves off and maybe hold Galenn’s hand a moment, offer him some connection. He’d gotten dark quickly. Perhaps death was on his mind—with Jerran looming and scowling not far off, he couldn’t have completely forgotten the man wanted him dead.
“And someone will come along and remember us,” said Shay. He hadn’t
