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Psithurism 18.2

There was a moment of silence. Era still didn't speak. She just stroked Oscar's chest from time to time, hoping it would help ease his grief, even if only a little.

"From that day on, I often wondered. How painful was the grief Papa felt that he really couldn't hold on anymore?" Oscar closed his eyes and shook his head. "But now I won't ask anymore. I don't want my curiosity to push fate and bring about what I fear most."

Era's hand stopped moving on Oscar's chest. "Oscar."

"I'm not as strong as Papa, Era. You have to know that. I am really nothing compared to Papa. So, if something happened to you, I wouldn't be able to see you in a coffin. I couldn't even bring myself to go to your coffin."

Era pulled away from Oscar's embrace. She shifted and sat up slightly to cup Oscar's face. "I haven't thought about sleeping in a coffin. So don't think too far ahead, Oscar."

Oscar didn't say anything. He just looked into Era's eyes. Then he felt a peace that was incredibly comforting.

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