To that, Lakshmi can do not much more than shake her head. Because even after all these years, she remembered Bors face well, but that did not mean she had come to understand the man even now.
"No. He never said. I suspect at his age, he was tired of explaining things, so he simply didn't."
She can't in the end, offer much more than that.
"I did not know who he was, it didn't matter. He fought by my side, for my country. But when he finally died. He passed it on to me."
She fishes it out, then. That little silver phial. Perhaps Duv would find it a novelty, now. A piece of ancient history, perfectly preserved around her neck. Swinging pendulum like from her fingers.
"It is called the Blackwater. Some call it the holy grail. An immortal elixir. Those who drink it, do not age, they heal all wounds, with just one sip, every day, once a day, you may live for eternity."
Her eyes lower, he knows - the next bit, about the war. About what she had lost, how... How she had been forced to leave as her homeland burned. But here was the part she had always brushed over, "I was shot, through the heart." her hand hovers, just over it. he has seen that scar on her bare body, he has kissed that scar, breathed against it when he held her tightly. how many times, had he wondered about it? He was kind enough never to ask. "I had to choose. Whether I would die, pass on, or live and fight again." a swallow, a dry little laugh. "I think you know what is in my nature."
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"No. He never said. I suspect at his age, he was tired of explaining things, so he simply didn't."
She can't in the end, offer much more than that.
"I did not know who he was, it didn't matter. He fought by my side, for my country. But when he finally died. He passed it on to me."
She fishes it out, then. That little silver phial. Perhaps Duv would find it a novelty, now. A piece of ancient history, perfectly preserved around her neck. Swinging pendulum like from her fingers.
"It is called the Blackwater. Some call it the holy grail. An immortal elixir. Those who drink it, do not age, they heal all wounds, with just one sip, every day, once a day, you may live for eternity."
Her eyes lower, he knows - the next bit, about the war. About what she had lost, how... How she had been forced to leave as her homeland burned. But here was the part she had always brushed over, "I was shot, through the heart." her hand hovers, just over it. he has seen that scar on her bare body, he has kissed that scar, breathed against it when he held her tightly. how many times, had he wondered about it? He was kind enough never to ask. "I had to choose. Whether I would die, pass on, or live and fight again." a swallow, a dry little laugh. "I think you know what is in my nature."
Giving up had never been a choice she made.