How long must I wait in this jungle? Years? Before malaria takes me or a spear in the back?
I know she's out there. I feel her presence. But she is afraid..afraid to reach out.
Darien..you're ill. You need to get back to civilization.
What..you? I must be hallucinating.
You are, but not about me. She gave my spirit up..to save you.
Could this happen at a worse time? You'll scare her away. She's my love, you hear?
I hear you.
You threw away a priceless gift over a handful of silk..I won't make that mistake. No demon will steal my body again!
Be calm, seventh son. Drink some water. There is a resolution to our split existence. The Deva shall provide.
The..Deva..?
Yes. You will ..
(to be continued..)
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The plot thickens.
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