“Don’t do this,” he begs, but he should have begged before, when he sent her children away to die. Away, somehow. His words, even the ones he does not say, do not fill up the space between her hands and inside her lungs. River did, once. No need for other voices, besides hers, besides theirs. Special little girl, sings out of tune but she dances beautifully.
-- Listen by Medea