[Of all the questions to be asked, this one seems to startle him the most. His expression goes through a whole complicated series of transmutations, disbelieving and aching and seen in turns. Eventually he lowers it, struggling to get his expression under control again, and his voice. One hand drops away from her shoulder, but the other is relying on her for support, as another person in the depths of this darkness.]
Yes.
[Does that make it better?
In the end... he doesn't know.]
Do you - think we will? Hear them again.
[He wasn't the one who listened to the pools, after all. The thought... he finds it disquieting. Will they even remember those voices? No wonder those shades malingered so.]
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Yes.
[Does that make it better?
In the end... he doesn't know.]
Do you - think we will? Hear them again.
[He wasn't the one who listened to the pools, after all. The thought... he finds it disquieting. Will they even remember those voices? No wonder those shades malingered so.]