dreams from birth snippet perhaps???
For sure! <3
Andy shakes her head, fond, then turns to Nicky, who’s looking at her with a steady, patient look in his eyes. “What?” She asks, her tone biting, as if she didn’t know what he’s about. She’s known him since he was born. He doesn’t answer verbally, just tilts his head slightly to the right, his look turning even softer. Andy heaves a sigh, plopping down on the ground, suddenly exhausted. “She’s a clever one, Andy. Her idea isn’t so bad.” Nicky whispers, gently. He knows he’s treading dangerous ground, but he also knows Andy. He knows they can’t ignore the issue forever. “Children always think that everything has an easy solution,” she grumbles, staring towards the horizon. “Even if we could steal a submarine without getting hunted by every military force in the world, we wouldn’t even know where to start looking, Nicolò. You know this, I know this.” Her voice grows tighter, so she stops speaking. “At least she elaborated her dreams in a way that doesn’t put her in danger. Everyone will think she’s just a very impressionable child, and there won’t be any risk.” She concludes, a moment later. Nicky remains silent, hands clasped in his lap. They look at the ocean together. He can feel that something else is weighing on Andy’s heart, and knows how to wait it out. “Do you think she feels it?” She murmurs, after a few minutes, not looking away from the horizon. “Do you think she… she knows there’s another one? That Nile is a happy kid that wants to find her?” Her voice is clogged with tears she hasn’t allowed herself to cry for centuries. “I don’t know, Andy. I can only hope that she felt Sébastien, back then, and that she can feel Nile now.” Nicky answers, keeping his voice as low as hers, out of respect of their shared grief. “I hope she can feel our love through them.” Andy clenches her fists around her elbows, trying to stop herself from breaking down. “I wish it could be as easy as Nile thinks,” she hiccups, biting her lip soon after, hard enough to break the skin. By the time she’s passed her tongue on the injury, it’s already healed. “I miss her so much, Nico.” Nicky lowers himself on the grass next to her and takes her into his arms. “I know, Andromache. Manca anche a me.” He holds her tight as she cries, hiding her face in the crook of his shoulder. He doesn’t let his own tears slip until he feels Joe’s arms around him, his lips soft against his hair. Booker closes the circle, covering Andy’s exposed flank with the bulk of his torso. They don’t need to be told what’s going on. It takes a while before they’re done letting out their grief for Quỳnh. Somewhere in the cold depths of the Atlantic Ocean, trapped in a rusting coffin, Quỳnh holds her breath long enough to bask in the vision of a little girl playing with her stuffed animal, and being kissed on the forehead by a loving mother. Her new sister wants to find her. Quỳnh hits the lid of the coffin with more resolve, and dies again.

















