Evangeline.
With each passing day, Caleb’s condition continued to deteriorate. At first he had grown so weak that he was unable to walk or do anything for himself however as time passed since our last meeting with Neptune, he could no longer speak. He slept more often than not and could only stare at me when he was awake while I fed and bathed him. Every day I would speak to him as if he was speaking back, I would sing to him as I had done on the very first night we met in Port Alice after my awakening and play the piano until my fingers bled. It was his eagerness to give into death that had trapped him in a prison that was his own body. I only wished that he would’ve continue to fight even as his lungs burnt and as the life seeped from his body beneath those cold, dark waves. Whenever I
