"Vereesssa.." The Time Lord examined her from the reflection in the hourglass. "If I could've only.. Sssaved him."
The words pained her to hear, even as echoes. She knew he was not there, but she could feel the Timeless One’s presence near to her in that moment. No, she thought to herself, I mustn’t break down again… not now… yet it was so hard to hold on, even long after the event had come to pass. The wound was still so fresh; the guilt still so strong. But how could she put Him to blame?
“I understand.” She whispered quietly, even though she did not. Why could he not save them? Why could he not turn back time? Was this supposed to happen? Had fate doomed the youngest of the three sisters to forever feel the turmoil of death, without it ever embracing her own self? Her sisters had the luxury of being able to abandon their lineage and pursue their own goals. Vereesa, however, was always left to pick up the pieces – and how they had cracked so fine that with each and every attempt she would cut herself more and more and more…
“Protect them.” It would be her only request to the Aspect; to the flight, even. He had promised her boys their friendship; Vereesa would forever owe a debt to any who sought to cater to her family. Their lives were so young and hers so long; perhaps the web of time had already woven its course for her, but there was hope for her boys. They could be saved from this torment that she continued to bear; she would do anything to ensure that it would come to pass.
“Time can be such a cruel thing… even for you, it seems. I hold onto hope that my boys will not suffer from its grasp.”
