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His coughs repeat in the empty space, where samples of drought-resistant seeds cannot occupy. She, desperately, foolishly, believes it to lighten with time.
She has never been more at peace than within his company. It is selfish of a woman like her to use a dying man's time to make herself happy, but she will not limit her unspoken joy if the coloring of his cheeks make him alive and simply not part of the living. With her masculine garments, she aided the Emperor.
When the heavens gave her time, she spent it with him, a figure beside his grave.