XXV | Epilogue
They drifted beneath the orbis lunae for a long while. Shekalane sat on the crimson bench—which was stained almost black with water and gore—and gently teased the albino ignudi perched atop her finger. He, on the other hand, leaned forward on a ragged knee at the boats stern, gazing into the dark water and contemplating what path to follow now that the wind which guided everyone’s lives had changed its direction for him.
And Shekalane.
He looked at her now, and she looked back. Staring at her, he recalled something he’d said to her once, about how life was a selfish thing, and he ruminated over her response—that love was a selfish thing, as well. And it seemed to him that there was a hard kind of truth in those words. It was, he supposed, at least, something a man could b
