Sutaura wanders through the garden, brushing her real hand over the delicate petals, and in her other, mechanical one, she carries the blade.
She finds the pallid figure of Acera sitting on the sheltered bench, resting oos’ elbows on oos’ knees. The light pouring onto oos’ pearl, ivory skin makes it shimmer magnificently. She waits for oos to acknowledge her presence before sitting. She pauses a moment, not wishing to pierce the silence with words, but the peace cannot be uninterrupted indefinitely.
“They found Cantil’s body,” she says with finality. “Brondo’s too. There wasn’t much to go by, the vultures saw to that, but it’s confirmed.”
Oos lets out a faint humorous exhalation of air.
“Don’t be too certain. Remember I was able to come back,” Acera jests and reclines.
“You did,” Sut
